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Can mere words describe joy? A dance of merriment causing your soul to soar. The fluid movements of the gentle lapping waves as they finally reach the shore. The smell of laughter after walking in a spring shower. The wafer of fragrance from the freshly bloomed spring flowers. Touch of a breeze against sun warmed skin. Soft green grass under bare feet. The taste of crystal clear water on a parched tongue. The sensation of ice cream melting in your mouth. Words dance across the page, falling as if by the Muse. Heaven is sought, better written than in thought; Pure bliss.
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