LadyLindsay
She grabs my hand and pulls me upon the dewy grass. We had just finished taking the last bites of our picnic of champagne and hard cheese. The bubbles of our laughter floated above our heads, and insects waltzed between the crumbs left on our old blanket. The warm grass greets our feet, and blades sprout up between our unpolished toes.
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