Thursday, November 10, 2022

November Morning. Comments

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Above the snowy peaks a eagle swoops in the sky. The chilled air fills my lungs, the fallen golden leaves crunch beneath my feet, as I stroll through the pine trees. The silence is broken by a grey squirrel who darts up an old oak.
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