I wake to the most beautiful scene. The sun pours in through the boughs of the great oak tree across the street. The Earth takes its morning breaths as dust rises through the twilight. The old plantation home's wrap around porch is moistened with the dew of the saturated thick air of late summer. The cotton of orange, pink, and purple sky paints the motif of the yellow plantation home as the sun ever creeps over the peak of it peering through the darkness of the oaks leaves.
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