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Watching the sunrise over the mountains, sipping on my favorite herbal tea, I'm reminded of the importance of embracing each new day with gratitude and hope.
Mist weaves a cloak over the hills, Even trees forget to breathe, Morning is rebirth painted in gray.
This might be the definition of still beauty.
Toward the sun floats the man-of-war. Tentacles trail like glass threads. The ocean recoils in respect.