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Emotion 365: The Land of Kind, the Capitol

The Kind meadow blossoms with bright wildflowers and stunning green leaves which frame their faces. Gentle slopes run along the easy river.

“Kind welcomes all,” says the Guide.

The seeds of Kind float in the warm wind away from it. They land, plant, grow, blossom, and reseed. Berries of all colors, shapes, and sizes grow in the fertile loam alongside the winding Kind streams. 

Sunlight plays through the waters. Golden rocks shimmer like coins underwater. They reflect yellow-green, yellow-pink, yellow-orange ripples over the riverbed stones. Little fishes, silver with yellow stripes, dart. They nibble the thin layer of algae upon the Kind stones.

"In the village Harmonious, you will be welcomed and assigned a Kind companion to show you around," says the Guide. "They will take you to see the Kind flowers and teach you to harvest seeds. You may take some packets home with you."

Flowers grow in the gardens and window boxes of Harmonious.

"We ate salads of edible petals and cookies of flower flour," reminisces Miss Doe Friend. "Ot was all quite delightful and I still correspond with my Kind Companion."

"We were also outfitted with socks, underwear, cloaks, galoshes, slickers, and hats," says Miss Emeline. "I do say there's no better gear for an adventurer than the Cloaks of Kindness."

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