Black.
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I hear the drone of a plane in the distance. My own, calm breathing.
Blue.
That's all I can see. The heavens are tainted with a dash of blueberries.
Warmth.
The sun touches my skin. I feel fresh, green grass all around me, against my back. It's aroma fills the air, a calm breeze playing with my hair.
I'm lying in the grass on a summer day.
There's not a cloud in the beautifully unbroken sky. In the distance hear children playing.
I take it in. I breathe.
"Solstice, are you listening? Delilah is about to fly her kite."
It's him.
I look down at myself. I begin to cry.
I've made it.
Lovely
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