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The purple haze of heather had dwindled in the sunshine. Bluebells were breaking too, their florets a flutter. Smoggy incense rolls in off the horizon smoking over the crumbled mountaintops, their peaks unable to break the surf.

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Misser

Published: May 15, 2014
LinesWords: 937

Tags: #sun #flowers #nature #clouds #purple #sky #spring #sunshine #imagery #mountains #bluebells #haze #incense #heather

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