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by A_Rooo

by A_Rooo

Dawn.

The sky is a crazy canvas, it's all shades of orange.

A streak of violet here, a spray of pink there.

It's cold.

You shiver.

It's quiet.

It's still.

Then, a ray from behind the blue mountains.

The light cuts across the sky.

And suddenly it's on your fingertips.

And it's warm.

It's nice.

And what's that?

Oh dear, you seem to have

Swallowed a fly.