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A quiet moment as the first morning light hits the garden, casting shadows onto the house. Slowly the garden wakes up, dancing in the gentle breeze. As the shadow dances, swaying to the rhythm of bird calls, a coffee mug warms my hands, and begins to wake me up as the garden comes to life.
A quiet moment as the first morning light hits the garden, casting shadows onto the house. Slowly the garden wakes up, dancing in the gentle breeze. As the shadow dances, swaying to the rhythm of bird calls, a coffee mug warms my hands, and begins to wake me up as the garden comes to life.