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Legends from Afar
The sunlight gently blends into my room.
a quiet breeze ruffles the fair hair of a child
at play. Whispers of a time which
has faded murmur in the grasses of
the plains. Water ripples, dulcetly
speaking words we cannot hear. A falcon
searches the skies, aware that a new
age is fast approaching. Horses lazily
stir as the earth rests and the heavens
welcome the season of autumn.