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The leaves bend under the weight of the water, drying under the cool frisky breeze. All quiet, all scared. Did the storm pass?
A shy sunbeam appears, heart warming, chasing away the dark doubts by it light.
Outside! Outside! Are they sinning.
It’s like new air in their chest. It’s like breathing purity. Liquid crystal pouring in their lungs.
The freshness of this world fades away their worries and they smile like they’re supposed to be.
The sun sparkles in each small drops forgotten as tears on the cheek of the world. Soon, tears will dry. The birds are already there. Hear them. Hear the beauty.