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The desert cools beneath a copper sky, mesquite leaves tremble in the autumn air; poppies remember spring but do not cry, their silence glowing soft without fanfare. Mesquite leaves tremble in the autumn air, the mountains blush in rust and fading gold; their silence glowing soft without fanfare, a story whispered but never fully told. The mountains blush in rust and fading gold, the wind grows gentle, shedding summer’s blaze; a story whispered but never fully told, the desert shifts into its twilight phase. The wind grows gentle, shedding summer’s blaze, poppies remember spring but do not cry; the desert shifts into its twilight phase, the desert cools beneath a copper sky.
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