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Calm meadows change to harsh winters

Warm sunlit mornings turn to cool autumn evenings

Paths are meant to be forged

Flowers are meant to be smelt

Meadow grass is meant to be rolled in

Rivers are meant to be crossed and mountains are meant to be climbed

The rising sun is for new intentions

Sunsets are for taking stock

Loss is meant to be mourned and life is meant to be lived

True beauty is not found in glass gardens

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Until, the next adventure

Dani