The first rose of the season is a promise, a herald of warmer days to come.
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The sky is a canvas of wind turbines, spinning gracefully to power a world of limitless energy. β‘
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"Mangrove flowers bloomed in soft pink, a pop of color against the muddy shore. πΈπΏ"
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