Iridescent leaves hang from the aspen.
Fluttering in the wind.
Swans skim the runlet in search of sunshade.
Snowdrifts stumble from the alps.
Billows fall from the heavens.
A naiad is waiting in an abbey wafting in the mists.
The fountain of dream.
Flee to albescent musings.
As pure as silk.
The anodyne that leads to fields of opal.
Splendor.
Vast horizons unlock the origin of the stars.
The commencing of dawn.
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