In total arrogance of inferior forces like gravity, she was dancing slowly with elegance in the slight afternoon breeze.
Up in the fresh air of "Serra de Estrela" in Portugal, she was floating out and onwards, towards the only tree in her vicinity... and which she somehow knew was there... within reache.
Maybe she had been there earlier?... a memory stored in her roots?
Up in the fresh air of "Serra de Estrela" in Portugal, she was floating out and onwards, towards the only tree in her vicinity... and which she somehow knew was there... within reache.
Maybe she had been there earlier?... a memory stored in her roots?
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