Like a whispered sonnet, the atmosphere breathes gently. “Tastes like honey but burns inside, would take away your breath.”
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“In her grandest form, she was covered in gold, iridescent jewels flowing. In her greatest form, she was barefoot in white cotton, the river-drenched skirts and grass stains her only adornment.”
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