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The Break of Day

The sun rises like a goldfish slowly drifting up to the top of his fishbowl in search of food. Darkness slips away like a ship far out on the horizon, sailing behind the fluffy, white clouds. Within minutes, daylight has spoken, and all of nature is attentive to her calling. The flowers stretch their petals…
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