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Jun 2017
We wake up
to the birds singing a melancholy tune—
a timeless song that you can only hear when dawn slowly rises.
The morning gently looms, in shades of pink and orange hues.
Trees sway gently in the summer breeze.
An intoxicating aroma of nature permeates the air
upon the warmth of the sun's sweet rays.
The sun welcomes us.
A new day starts.
Sadia
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Sadia  F/Chicago
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