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Destiny of Dawn Available soon |
She dreamed of a meadow. Part of her knew this was a dream, but part of her believed.
The air floated with the sweet smell of spring, the meadow alive with the whisper and sighs of the flowers that rainbowed across the clearing. Her small child hand reached out, a gentle finger shaking the dew from the blue bells and she heard their soft chime.
Flora and fauna rose high all around her. A giggle whispered to her and she turned, smiling into deep periwinkle eyes so like her own.
Nieve darted behind a stand of mallow flowers, pink and smiling in the early morning air.
