No Destination
Everything is blooming around me. The air is damp, warm. Overcast skies with beams of light peeking through. Petrichor filling my nostrils with every breath. Muddy terrain under my feet. Trees glistening above from the previous soak. My limbs carry me through the forest, with no destination in sight.
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Seems to be an intro to a longer poem or a short story. Good stuff, you should definitely expand on it.