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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The castle is bold on the blue beyond, rising upon the hill as if its stones are created from the sun's early morning rays. It appears like a storybook creation--each stone even and square. I imagine unicorns dwelling in the courtyard. “If those towers exist, why not?” turrets' pointed tips reaching for the morning dew humble, sacred place the battlements, worn time's gentle touch, a patina stories whispered there in each stone and brick stories, secrets, and tales mystical delights courtyard’s silent, deep fountains sing sweet melodies magic in the air in each tower's keep faith, hope, and prayer take flight touching morning's light
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