The grass beneath her bare feet sent acupressure points
activating with every
step.
Filtered sunlight soaked her skin.
She stepped out of the framed scenic painting hung
on the wall into her apartment.
Sipping her tea, she guards her secret, the potion to
her eternal youth.
Her morning ritual sacrosanct.
Imaginative, almost.
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