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The shimmering ocean was tickling my face with every stroke. It was twirling around my body, and gently swaying me closer to shore. I lay there stretching my arms through the heaviness of

The garden.

The shimmering ocean was tickling my face with every stroke. It was twirling around my body,

and gently swaying me closer to shore. I lay there stretching my arms through the heaviness of

this world, a heaviness that is beyond me. Yet, somehow, my body was light, remaining

balanced between the spilt from air to water. The warmth balanced with cold. A symbiosis and an osmosis of some sort –

me between all elements.

Flickering water shattered my thoughts and a voice stumbled to my ears. Come, he said. I slowly

brought my steps from the water to a white blanket that was smoothly brushed flat. I graced

my self down to the land, with my head pillowed by my hair and one hand across my chest. The

sunlight was trickling down my eyes, throat, to the tips of my fingers – slowly, filling up the rest

of me. I heard footsteps circling around me and then flickering away. I open my eyes and see a

few flowers lined up against my leg. I close my eyes to hear the footsteps circling to the other

side of me. Within a moment, flowers were put into my hair and hands. Beautiful, he said with

a chuckle.

I look around and see myself balancing between my own little garden. Sunflowers, daisies,

yellow ones, pink ones, white ones. I took his hand and made him sit beside me. I kissed his

cheek and placed a small flower in his hair. We both laid there for a bit,

being part of the garden together.

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