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There's something about an early Autumn morning.

Around 7am,

The heavens are singing.

The sun is rising over the trees

Colors you'd think would only appear in paintings.

Rich purple and bright pink

Hues of red and orange surrounding that bright yellow star.

Summer ended a month ago.

Looking at this sunrise gives you warmth.

Even the clouds have a story to tell.

Playing their part in this sky

Billowing and rolling with the colors

The heavens are singing

Around 7am

On this early Autumn morning

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