Remembrance of Nature

Look to the sunrise early one morning and picture a magnificent paint brush, dipping it's tip in hues of unimaginable colors, creating patterns and texturesseemingly impossible to design,sweeping across the sky's expanse.We lose sight of innate beautywhen so immersed in compelling mediocrity. 

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