A field of grain (Talia, p. 58)

She is walking through a field, barefoot amongst the harvest ripe grain. A gentle breeze flows warmly over her skin, guiding her forward. She follows the gentle slope, nearing the sound of water running shallow over rocks as the land rolls out ahead of her. There, at the water’s edge, a slender figure is kneeling, her red hair coming alive as the sun plays along highlights and reflects back up from the ever-changing stream. At her approach, the figure turns slightly, and wearing only a smile, reaches out her hand, beckoning to be joined. A few steps, and their fingers touch. She sits on the bank, reaching an arm around the figure’s narrow waist. Time lingers and the sun barely moves. They sit, watching the water flow by, leaning peacefully against one another, content in the breathing of the other.


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