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Cedars on the ice-blue horizon, lonely hills shrouded in hawthorne groves curling over the mantle of snowy white. Tones of a breeze brush through the trees, like adagio for wintry symphonies. Echoes of a river sweep along the secluded forest of gray. Scarlet clouds streak through the sky in twilight’s dwindling gaze. Stones of a glade near the solemn cascade, entwined in a starlit sewn serenade.
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 3:03 PM UTC
Hawthorn
Cedars on the ice-blue horizon, lonely hills shrouded in hawthorne groves curling over the mantle of snowy white. Tones of a breeze brush through the trees, like adagio for wintry symphonies. Echoes of a river sweep along the secluded forest of gray. Scarlet clouds streak through the sky in twilight’s dwindling gaze. Stones of a glade near the solemn cascade, entwined in a starlit sewn serenade.
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Mar 15, 2023
Mar 15, 2023 at 3:03 PM UTC
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