There was nothing she would rather do than, lay between the wild flowers in Northern Ireland smelling the endless hills of green.
The tickling long grass caressing her face. Wondering about the world and its beautiful strangeness.
Watching the clouds drift by like monster ships housing mystical creatures, dragons breathing fire, fairies doing jigs and griffins whipping wind to form new shapes of wonder.
Swinging her eyes to and fro between heaven and earth. Glorifying in the silence that emitted from the ground into her soul.
Reverberating in a warm glow.
Making her cheeks pink and rosy.
Living in the ambiance of her own little wilderness.
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