The blazing sun beckoned me amidst clear skies. And at my feet, lies endless acres of gentle dandelions, singing hymns. They were communicating to me... in a long forgotten way, that harks back to antediluvian times.
Thou speaketh?
An inner voice emerged..."C'est mignon... Non?"
Graceful dandelions perform their ancient dance to Aeolos's beat. "For thee...", they chimed, "for thee..." And yet above, was a sight most blissful and timeless. Of Apollo aglow against a brillant backdrop of azure skies. Never have i felt so diminutive yet secure.
Must i make a choice? As the dandelions work their ancient charm and the skies equally enthrall me with the promise of serendipity.
Je ne sais pas...
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