Line's Bitesize Contest No 121 ~ ~ August 28, 2025
A wink from the sun woke me at dawn. I yawned, lazily stretched and smiled as I felt the gentle touch of his warm fingers. With golden majesty, he rose in the sky, greeting the morning with his usual flair.
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