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A Spirit's Question

I was in the gardens in heaven, admiring the beauty of it. The aroma’s of the flowers mixed perfectly to create such a sweet scent that could never be found on Earth.
I looked past the flowers to find a spirit coming towards me. It was an innocent one. One that on Earth would most likely get good grades, be quite shy, and be very sweet.
“Hello my child,” I said, and smiled. She looked at her feet.
“Um…Goddess…” the spirit mummbled.
“Yes? What is it little one?” I asked.
“I..I have a question,” the spirit said. I smiled and stroked the roses, filling the air with the scent of roses.
“What is your question my child?” I asked, and continued to smile at the spirit.
“What’s life? Like, what’s it about?” the spirit asked ernestly. I froze. Never was I once asked this. Then, I chuckled a little and smiled again.
“Why my little one, life is whatever you make it,” I replied, and stroked the rose again.

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