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Peach clouds tumble over an autumn morning. Cool, almost impeccably sharp Yet Soft, light, feathery, cushioning the blow: A collision of ecstasy   Frozen grass breathing again with
A meadow so quiet you can hear each snowflake land, as it hits the crisp glistening snow top. A sky so clear even the stars reflect off the blurry ground
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