The gravel shifted below her feet as she walked down the path. It was quiet as she walked along in the new morning sun. The air was at its freshest. The trees leaves were covered in dew as she passed them. The morning sun shone its new day rays against her back. It wasn't hot and harsh like the mid day sun was. It was present sun, one that brushed her skin with a touch of warmth. She turned and looked at the rising sun. It was bright from between the clouds. Shining gold and orange rays over the trees and fields. Nothing could be more beautiful then the morning sun.
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