December 1, 2010
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A windy day softly brings leaves flying everywhere.
A young girl slowly walks across the street.
A sly worm slowly squirms through an apple.
A blue wave crashes fast on the rock.
A purplish cloud gently shifts across the sky.
All is happening on the brink of the horizon.

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