In a sun drenched sea of grass and flowers, the crew steps beyond the Grove’s quiet shelter into open possibility. What begins as a simple walk becomes a dance – twirls, laughter, a sudden storm, and rain that turns everything slippery and alive. No plans, no cages, just the raw, childlike thrill of being here, fully, together. The present moment doesn’t whisper; it roars with infinite paths, inviting them (and us) to play without apology.
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