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[musafir]

He steps into the morning and looks out into the soft mist, arms wrapped around him as the chill of the dawn's breeze teases his skin into gooseflesh. He breaks into song, a gentle melody that welcomes Nature into the new day. The sun raises its crown over the horizon, waking the flowers that reach up to it like a maiden longing for her lover's

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[inrapture]

have you died again?

Where have you gone?

[edenbreathing]

Come back.