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Edited by
rapsscallion
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Sat 08/09/14 11:45 AM
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The sweet cool of the morning, hidden in the mist till the gleam of
dawn heralds the rising sun. Rays burning aside the last vapors, shares warmth and joy. Concealed, the sun at its zenith caresses our bodies, but allows no shadow. Trees give dappled shade, shimmering, confusing the senses. Evening shadows reach out, searching the stillness. Lengthening sunlight flares a red sky. Time to rest to dream, and wait for the return of the light. R |
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