Sometimes life gets so busy we forget simple pleasures. Crisp fall leaves, the smell of dirt, gentle trickling water. I submerge my hands and feel the tiny stones against my palms and the stream, eddying against them, washes your blood away in a delicate whirl of pink roses.
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