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The first gold

by Christabelxo

The sunrise arrives without a sound, spilling gold across the sleeping earth, touching rooftops, treetops, and tired hearts alike. For a moment, the world forgets its worries and wears only light. And standing beneath its glow, I am reminded that every ending is simply waiting to become a beginning.
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