"To be held above the earth and be brushed by the wind," she said,
"it's like your heart has been kissed by beauty."
Wendelin Van Draanen
In an extraordinaire moment, a silk scarf was caught by the wind and gently escorted up to the clouds. It felt suspended in time as it easily floated on the breath of a breeze. Billowing in the air, it felt as though it was performing a delicate dance. Graceful movement was liberating and inspiring. The aloft scarf was warmed by the sun as individual rays greeted the silk fabric with kisses of love and acceptance. It had never felt more beautiful in movement, freedom or grace.
No longer feeling confined nor restrained, the lovely scarf acquiesced to an endless ride into eternity. As it was elevated higher and higher, it lost form and shape. It blended into the colors of the sky, the touch of the wind, and the beauty of the stars.
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