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Beauty Arises

As the Storm crashes down; beauty arises within. Age wears away stone; making lines in your face. Beauty comes in Spring; but exists everywhere. Through the broken branches of Death; I see a beauty. Through pain and agony of destruction; a light shines. Beauty is hope. Beauty is faith for a better day. Beauty is a day, long ago. That will one day come again.

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