Pounding with exhilaration was her heart, as she rushed to the platform to the Eden of her mind. With ample confidence did she step into the ancient campus, which incessantly guided her in her midsummer night’s dreams… Step, step, step. Steady and sophisticated did she greet her host.
Blossoming petals, bushy plethora;
Sweeter than perfume is the scent
Of optimism with no oppression.
Softened hearts, soaring whispers,
Songs of life’s mirage… For the
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