A princess  found a Prince who had been lost since the silver ages.

Golden days and diamond moments followed.

Every breeze hinted of jasmine with mint undertones.

Shall we dine or dance?

My lady you are in charge, said he.

Before she gave the instructions for all to follow, she asked questions as to what they dreamed of being tomorrow.

There are moments of laser-sharp clarity while sitting on the dock, watching dolphins play, directing yachts this way.

The farm guests were still playing in the hay.

Horses were trotting and cantering with every new day.

No question about it.

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