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It looked as it would seem in a storybook. The sights, the sounds, the smells and the tastes were out of the world. The sky, punched with clouds stretching like a dome. I could smell the caramel in the air and the music of the meadow echoed in my ears. The meadow looked like a hideaway of the lost heaven. The sense of inner peace and harmony was unmatched. The grasses seemed to have a party with the wind, dancing in their own rhythm. The lush green, the landscape, the warmth of the sunlight, everything seemed so coherent. You could hear the chorus of the pleasant sounding birds. The trees seemed like silhouettes in the glorious expanse. My feet brushed past the fluffy grass, as soft as the marshmallows.