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Jun 2019
It was quiet and still. Not a sound could be heard.
A couple of birds flew through the air in the distance almost invisible.
The trees laid out a dark rich green carpet underneath the trees.  It looked luxurious.
The sky was a pale blue grey with pillows of clouds.
They broke up the sky with their placement and streaks.
The sky was highlighted by a light which had a shadow resembling a renaissance painting. Perhaps Monet.
As I looked at the clouds, they became brighter, and started to turn to a light pink color.
It was so beautiful and indescribable.
Barbara R Maxwell
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