There was a gentleness to the early mist, as if by removing the precise edges of the land it invited night's dreamy bliss to linger.
In the mist my anticipation grew to see the meadows and sky once more, for their bright hues to begin their daytime shine.
And from the mist that hugged the earth, a comforting blanket that moved as serene water, there came bold purple petals of perfect form.
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