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© Radka Sumberova for CARE Like strings of pearls, droplets of water glisten around me. They speak of a recent rain. Soon my feet are soaked in natur's love. I shiver with cold and can't help but be mesmerized as blades of grass transform before my eyes into strings of hair. Soft breeze gently moves through a meadow weaving its way close to the ground. Strings of hair sway ever so slightly, and the Goddess that has been supporting my every step reveals her face to me for a brief moment. Our eyes lock and my knees give in. Everything begins to spin. Ground moves beneath my feet in some primordial rhytm. I am love struck and terrified at the same time. She, who gives and takes a life winks at me. Just as I think I might faint an icy cold gust of wind slams into my face. It sends my own hair flapping in all directions. Startled I regain my footing. I look around for the face of the Goddess but it is gone. Only locks of her hair adorned with pearls lay around me as a reminder. I start walking again noticing now a familiar rhythm in the beat of my heart. We are all blessed by the Goddess!
Purple Crocus Flower with raindrops
Cyclists on the Promanade des Anglais, Nice , France,
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