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Sunrise

Sun rising in the distance. 
Slowly staining the sky in its wake. 
The sky is painted with perfect hues of blue and pink. 
Clouds spread across the sky like cotton. 
A soft breeze blowing through the trees. 
That breeze, so gentle, caresses my face. 
That delicate caress grounds me with each breath.

Copyright © Maria Mastay

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