A crisp fall morning.Waking


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A crisp fall morning.

Waking up just before the sun rises.

Watching the steam of a freshly brewed cup of coffee billow through the air.

The scent of a freshly lit candle fills your lungs, seeing it's flicker from afar.

The world is silent, still, safe.

It is only you and your thoughts as you look out your window.

The rain has just began to pick up, becoming a complete downpour.

Each drop of rain making a musical melody on the roof of your abode.

No worries, just solitude.




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