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“She grabbed hold of the ropes with each hand, leaned back and closed her eyes. She could feel the setting sun on her face; hear the sound of the tinkling fountain, the birds chirping. The breeze flowed through her hair as she rocked back and forth. There was nothing else – no city sounds, no telephones beeping, no clock ticking. It was just the sounds of nature, in its purest form, and she knew right then that this was where she wanted to spend the rest of her life.”
