Secret Companions.

Walking down the moss covered stone steps your heart stops to listen to the laughter shaking out of the tress. The wind never lets those branches take themselves too seriously.

Standing there, toes nestled into the cool, quiet, dirt and smile clenched around a hundred tiny memories of this path's old companions, your heart begins to blossom. Like a newly cut bouquet, picked and poised for the glory of an aisle, it unfolds with pride and promise, pushing you dangerously close to happiness.

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