Sometimes I forget to sit back and just think about what it is that lies before me; a naked tree against the waking skies torn apart by softly spreading lights and iridescent rosy streaks. Oh, the iridescence of a waking sky! And suddenly what was before me is no more, gone as swiftly as it had first appeared, and the fading crimson streaks give way to the stronger pastels of day.
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