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ACT OF MERCY VIII
The fields were parsley-green, grass waving in a gentle breeze. A carnival of scents blew in the air. The sound of chirping chicks filled the air. A pageant of smells floated in the spring air and a horde of daisies, lavender tulips, and dandelions littered the meadow. Jewel-green grasshoppers bounced atop the grass like leggy trampolines. The scene was spirit-refreshing and pastoral. The family living in serenity in the middle of the forest alone near the boundary of Exile and Sodome. The three of them were having fun in the meadow surrounded by huge trees. The woman was smiling looking at her precious son and husband while playing, laughing merrily as the wind blows gently their chuckles, beautiful music pleasing her ears. The woman painted them with eyes full of gladness. "Father when
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