The Perfect Storm 11
Happily exploring, he stumbled onto a new pasture. The horizon blazed orange as the sun sank, its light spilling across the fields. He stood still, drinking it in. A breeze brushed against him—carrying the fragrance of wildflowers. Mist lingered in the air, and birds scattered across the sky. It was perfect—so perfect he burst into
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