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Persephone was unable to take for granted her mother's work. From the moment Helios's great chariot pulled the sun across the sky and it's warm light seeped through her window, to the moment he withdrew and the nightingales began to sing... all was wonder.

It was warm today and where Persephone lay, arms resting idly above her head, the grass was soft. All around her the earth smelled sweet. She watched the gentle breeze blow the seeds from the dandelions and scatter them across the meadow.

What should she do with such a perfect day? It would be such a shame to waste it.