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Dawn

The sun rises on a hilltop by the mountains, it breathes life into old and swallows the cold. Between the land and the sky dew glistens. It smells like the beginning..

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joanne-fuda

F / Australian

Published: Nov 6, 2013
LinesWords: 131

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