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The earth is breathing slowly. The butterflies flap their wings, celebrating their newly gained freedom. The jasmine bush in front of my house exploding with tiny white flowers releases a fragrance that penetrates my body with its heavy sweetness.
I linger around the bush like a butterfly.
They won’t last long, these flowers. …
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