Laughter flowers and red peach

Morning was windy with a mild sun  , a red peach on the hills. The tree broke into bright yellow flowers with not a  leaf.

People of a laughter club  come here to laugh together. The laughing club will now do a  dance of laughter. They have a habit of laughing for nothing. They  laugh their sides off, as if the wind has tickled them in their bones.

They hold their sides from falling off and spin like tops their raunchy torsos. When their laughter is  done ,they are serious facades scowling at the red peach of a sun.

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