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Jun 13, 2007
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New Day
Smells of fresh morning dew,
nothing in the air but cold, fog.
Sounds of wildlife renewed,
all animals make their noises, the frog.
Sights of a new day,
little flowers,
in a meadow.
Sway in winds.
All secrets of a night,
locked away,
kept from this new day.
For nights to come.
— Mistyone, Jun 13, 2007
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