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Shadows dance across the mountainside, elusive as always, moving oh so slowly. White clouds billowing with the promise of rain, rays of sunlight stream through the leafy branches The forest is alive with sounds of creatures’ unseen; if one takes time to awaken his senses, this beauty can lighten the darkest of souls. If we could view these wonders through artistic eyes, it would be easy to smell the fresh dew, taste the first raindrop, and touch the soft petal of the rose that is growing in our path
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
The Forest
Shadows dance across the mountainside, elusive as always, moving oh so slowly. White clouds billowing with the promise of rain, rays of sunlight stream through the leafy branches The forest is alive with sounds of creatures’ unseen; if one takes time to awaken his senses, this beauty can lighten the darkest of souls. If we could view these wonders through artistic eyes, it would be easy to smell the fresh dew, taste the first raindrop, and touch the soft petal of the rose that is growing in our path
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
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