you open your eyes, you were laying down under a large oak tree in a large field of golden sunflowers and wheatgrass, the clouds shifting every hour, you turn your head to see your pet filly and Shepard dog laying next to you, I breathe in the air once more, relaxing your muscles and letting the world seem slow and fresh, you sit up and Rosemary does too, neighing and frolicking nearby you in the wheatgrass
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