The sun shone brightly, warming the cool earth. Tiny worms poked their heads from the dirt, and one tiny yellow flower opened its petals. All around, dew sparkled, so that the grass resembled a vast field of diamonds. The budding trees rustled gently in the light breeze, and birds sang cheerfully high in their branches. A lone bee hummed lazily around the patch of lavender where Winston had carelessly left his shoes the day before who is wiston?
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a child
a flower