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Opened my eyes, look through the glass window from my bed, See the sky at dawn, white and dark blue blending as a background for the still silhoutte tree where hundreds of birds are singing pulling me back to conciousness... it's a beautiful morning.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
August 6
Opened my eyes, look through the glass window from my bed, See the sky at dawn, white and dark blue blending as a background for the still silhoutte tree where hundreds of birds are singing pulling me back to conciousness... it's a beautiful morning.
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
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