The 20th Day of October
The dawn came late, pallid sun peeping over the horizon scarcely bright enough to scare
away the night sky. The pale moon sinks reluctantly in the west, as the first rays, still
cold in the colder air, strive to melt the frosted grass. A chill haze hangs above the
ground, almost glowing in the early morning light, hiding the long shadows of the autumn
browned stalks 'till they are nothing but anonymous smudges on the temporal canvas. Such
a fine crisp morning, though it chills to the bone, in some devious incomprehensible way
its beauty warms the heart.
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