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First light, and a chill mist. Low bird calls. Small and quiet, the eldest child zips her way out of the tent. Gathering wildflowers, she sips a bit of mountain water. Reaching up, she   offers her flowers into the crook of a plain tree, bowing down.
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Reverence
First light, and a chill mist. Low bird calls. Small and quiet, the eldest child zips her way out of the tent. Gathering wildflowers, she sips a bit of mountain water. Reaching up, she   offers her flowers into the crook of a plain tree, bowing down.
FrancescaRegan
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
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