They dashed across the field, chasing the little, chirping birds and flapping butterflies nesting in the grass; these wide-eyed spirits, hoping to catch the spring of youth, with the sun streaks blessing their rosy cheeks and sunflowers tall as adults bending and brushing their long-fingered leafs gently across them. Laughter nearby and then silence. Running and calling upon the others who have disappeared in the tall grass and with baited breath puffing away flies buzzing in the heat, pushing through the proud, rustling straw, one step forward into the thick wilderness with the open sky above and the world closing behind; the scratching of bare ankles and soft finger pads as a loss of direction sets in, invigorating fearless minds and exhilarating young hearts.

Where are they?



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