The soft flicker of a dawning morn has brushed the blades of grass with a magical dew, displaying the delicate veneer of sparkling wonder as the sun beams its brilliant hue, a shimmering essence dances like rays of light reflected off stained glass, with a sharpness that slices through the translucent mist with each and every pass. I stand in awe of the wondrous things before me to behold, as I consider nature’s fragile balance it leaves me humbled and feeling cold. But the sun eternally sends me warmth with each passing day, to connect with, to feel inspired and give me reasons to stay.
~David Phillips~
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