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Thursday, July 19, 2012
Winter Morning Sun
There is something special about a crisp morning sun in the winter. It is as if it is clearer and brighter, it is as if it unlocks fresh aromas from the wet earth, it is as if the birds sing with more gusto. It feels like a new beginning.
There is something special about a crisp morning sun in the winter. It is as if it is clearer and brighter, it is as if it unlocks fresh aromas from the wet earth, it is as if the birds sing with more gusto. It feels like a new beginning.
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