Reality

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I lay in a meadow of life and beauty.
As the breeze tickles my exposed skin
goosebumps begin to form.
A lone monarch soars above.
Trickle, trickle goes a nearby stream.
The wind whistles through a willow.
I turn on my side
and spy a baby bunny
perched next to me.
As I reach out to caress
its tiny spine,
a car horn sounds,
and I come back to reality.





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