A window into my soul:
It is an expanse of land that has endured tsunamis and drought, bush fires and Artic snow. For the time being it is quickly and calmly blooming at intervals, comforted in a green glade of summery sunshine and the odd sparkled of spring time colours. But such is the nature of this land to change. And deep in its earth there is a quiet stirring of white sand. A magical ivory dust, glittering as it catches the wind and flies. It is excitement itself, perking up for a new season, a new chapter, a new life. It must give the flowers time to adequately bloom before it rises and cascades over the landscape. But it is there. And it is stirring.
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