Flowers are bursting from buds with the scent of lilac and apple blossom curling around the nose.  The dew dropped grass sways under shade and sunlight and the air is sweet with freshness and new beginnings.  Innocence weaves through the orchard and stomps in the creek; golden strands of hair here and then gone.  Beautiful creatures so pure and so delicate, one and two, chase each other with laughs that radiate throughout all the acres. They fall in a tired thump and are showered in rosy petals.  Young eyes connect and smile in bliss. Two tiny frames lie in a field together and slowly interlock little fingers that are knit tight, a small gesture that reads as a large promise.
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Blossoms turn to fruits and sugary aromas thicken the sticky atmosphere while the sun radiates light upon the running waters many years later.  Apples fall from a tree onto the same grassy land.  Two souls sit high in a tree plucking fruit and dropping it into a woven basket.  The air is rich with happiness and glee.  Children shimmy down the sapling, jumping the last bit of way.  All worries of learning and work are washed away by sweet freedom of the warm weather.  The days are long and filled with fun and memories.  As the figures run through the pasture, the young fingers latch together in a familiar assurance of affection.
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A red and orange whirl commands the earth as the leaves turn quite some time later.  The air is crisp and sharp with a nippy chill, but still hold the smallest memory of heat.  A spice and harvest aroma lingers across the fields and whirls throughout the sky.  Between two trees bulging with red apples is a trellis covered in daisies.  There is a priest who is reciting a proverb, and two intertwined individuals contently holding hands.  The white trail lies peacefully on crunchy leaves and the black tux stands firm and tall on frosty grass.  As the priest finishes his service told to many ears before, the two breaths of life finally become one.  Tears of joy roll down pink cheeks as they run hand and hand into the fiery sunset.
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The frozen ground complements the washed-out blue sky with scattered puffy clouds that linger.  A cascade of fragile snowflakes rain down on the bare and icy trees.  A single silhouette shuffles through the bleached blanket solemnly and takes a seat under a tree.  A head turns to the right and a hand is placed on a cold gray slab.  After a generous amount of time pass, the figure places a bouquet of white daisies on the grave, rises and slowly shuffles away.  Under the frost bitten flowers and snow you can see a picture of an angel and the two words “soul mate.”