As the approaching storm front’s initial soft breezes began playing with her hair and slightly rippling her clothing, the enlivening flow carried an all-encompassing fresh sense of spring’s returning vitality.
Hyper-oxygenated air molecules poured into her lungs as she breathed them in deeply, and she began remembering truths that she had inherently known as a child, but that had become suppressed for her protection during her enslavement.
She opened her arms wide to embrace its arrival.
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