The biting breeze of a spring wind cut through the morning sun today, reminding me that not everything present can be seen, but still felt. Much like the chorus of the birds, bees, crickets, and rustling foliage, echoing around the clearing where I lay. Is this just for me? Am I a lone spectator? Am I being observed? Or, am I just as much a participant in this dance?

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