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A silent morning mist rolls in, Blankets the ground in softness. All about the early dawn shines, Burning away the fog. Grey geese arrive on winter wings, Honking and waddling, nipping at the grass. Soon they will fly away…
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By Tladatsi on
A silent morning mist rolls in, Blankets the ground in softness. All about the early dawn shines, Burning away the fog. Grey geese arrive on winter wings, Honking and waddling, nipping at the grass. Soon they will fly away…
