CHAPTER THREE
Once she felt steadier, Nancy exited the car again and walked to the side of the road. Squatting, she studied the grass and flowers, touching them. The flowers were large with vibrant, fluorescent swirls of oranges and yellows. They emitted a sweet calming fragrance, vanilla mixed with lavender.
Her gaze drifted to gravel tucked in the grass, and she picked up several pebbles. Even they seemed to have changed. Their marks and imperfections were beautiful, like an oil painting. Her skin pulsed where she held them. She could feel energy and life develop around her.
Giddy, Nancy danced across the road. The air was remarkably rich and clean. Gazing around, she tried to take it all in. Where to focus? What to do? She ran her hands through her loose hair and laughed.
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