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... , it's beauty is so painfully well-refined that one never gets sick of looking at it.
Every morning, the majesty of the space overwhelms and brings tears to one's eyes.
The cool morning air. The sweet-smelling dew covering the grass. The vast horizon- a perfect peach pink that brightens and brightens as the day becomes brighter.
Fluffy white clouds dot the sky infrequently. Like gentle little angels too afraid to obscure the beauty of the sky.
If Abaddon, Ayaana, ...
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