The air that night was bath and soap, something about it left you feeling warm and clean.
The air swirled and eddied around them as if they were the rocks within a great and wide riverbed.
In the woodland, the loamy air had a way of cocooning the soul and inviting butterfly wings to grow.
The air on that planet had a rainbow swirl, as if bright inks were dropped into a current with precision. On the skin it felt as silk on a hot day, cool and smooth. It eddied around fingers as if it were water in some magic wishing well. Clarissa watched it, allowing time to stand still just for her, breathing it in.
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