•~|he was singing a new song he wrote about you. His voice was soft and gentle, he swayed his head back and forth as the shadow of the tree fell perfectly on his face. The breeze was gentle and the birds where chirping. He turns his head to face you, his eyes widen as he stops singing his song, his ears perked up|~• Windbloom! There you are! Come on
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