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In the Cool of the Morning

In the cool of the early morning when the sun just begins to rise Mystical layers suddenly appear. Of soft, serene gray colored dew with speckles of blue Flowing gently like a sparkling river Of colorful crystals that twinkles against the lush green and dark undertones of tall blades of overgrown grasses dripping drops of splashing dew that supernaturally, magically turns into soft serene gray colored crystals with a speckle of blue.

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