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Waking up.
Waking up…
The view outside the window awaits our curious sight. Over the horizon, a quiet interchange marches to the beat of dawn. Gentle breeze, fresh, crisp air carrying the song of morning birds; intertwined in a familiar rhythm resonant across the distance.
Blooming lilies, generous shades of bark and greenery, down to the precious dew drops that precariously hangs over the edge of green slivers like white shiny pearls. Glorious. Simply glorious.
From afar, the day appear brighter, opening up the sky filled with wondrous possibilities to behold. But before, there’s the glorious sun, its warm buttery ray of light bathed us in a moment for what seemed like an eternity.
Waking up, this is what everyday is like in your evergreen abode.
The view outside the window awaits our curious sight. Over the horizon, a quiet interchange marches to the beat of dawn. Gentle breeze, fresh, crisp air carrying the song of morning birds; intertwined in a familiar rhythm resonant across the distance.
Blooming lilies, generous shades of bark and greenery, down to the precious dew drops that precariously hangs over the edge of green slivers like white shiny pearls. Glorious. Simply glorious.
From afar, the day appear brighter, opening up the sky filled with wondrous possibilities to behold. But before, there’s the glorious sun, its warm buttery ray of light bathed us in a moment for what seemed like an eternity.
Waking up, this is what everyday is like in your evergreen abode.
Published 7th Oct 2015
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