And she awoke, as if the world had been holding its breath, waiting for her to open her eyes. The air was laced with the scent of blooming flowers, and the morning light danced through the trees like it had been rehearsing for this very moment. It was a season of wonder, where every blade of grass seemed to whisper secrets of the earth, and beauty wrapped itself around her like a favorite blanket, comforting and familiar. Gladness filled her heart, not because life was perfect, but because she had discovered the simple joy of being alive, here and now.
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