━ the brown orbs were shaded with her eyelids, and the arms were open
as if welcoming the breeze, in her undisturbed world.
Black hair strands fell on her face, as the serenity and peace reflected on it.
She felt how a bird felt when unshackled. Beautiful and Free.
Free like the breeze.
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