Forest trees and wild flowers blossom with vigorous freedom in summer light.

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Forest trees and wild flowers blossom with vigorous freedom in summer light.
A beautiful light passed his face. I have done all I can. I hope to look back upon my life and say I was a man.
I found that we seem to all be looking for the light.
A flower blossomed a transformation veined with colors and light fragile as glass, and of softest pink. Marvel at everything alive and brilliant.
The light around her rare magic, light of wonder - turning life and sorrow to song.