The grass that lay beneath me housed my darkest secrets, and my lightest musings. Hermes Country awaited her, attempting to heal the wounds of a heart so jaded it bled with desire for pain. Daisy chains wrapped her décolletage, where natural fragrance infused her skin. She danced to the music of harmonious wind, and frayed the bottom of her transparent dress. If all was dictated by beauty and grace, she would hero the centre-stage. Although bitterness lingers no matter the taste, her colour remains totally opaque.