you are reading A court of thorns and roses on the hill being silent and quiet while the wind sang through the trees and grass while you watch the capture of flag while your hair is in a messy braid with a flower in it your helmet that your mother gave you to make you invisible lying on the ground your strap of your overalls hanging down from your shoulder the clouds fluffy and white the sun shining brightly as the sun shines on your face your gold eyes shimmering your shoes laces undone!β‘οΈ
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