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Paradise©1998

The sun is warm on the back of my neck. I feel it's rays tingling my skin, the sensation causing a smile to touch my lips, the sound of sweet rippling water rushes past my ears and I am swept up in

the beauty of it all.
Suddenly to my right I feel an ominous shadow creeping closer and I turn to see what could be causing such a shadow, rudely disturbing my ecstacy. Oh it's only you I think to myself as jasper and jasmin swoop past me and set down on their usual branch overlooking the pristine waters of this tropical paradise. Their feathers so shimmery and full of color that at times it seems I will be blinded by the sight of them.