Dawn, then twilight; the dew collects on a blade of grass. A single drop at the loped-over tip end of a wide grass blade dangles sweet and quiet the morning hues.
As the sun slowly slips from it's other journeys into these skies, a golden shower of light, winding through the trees and meadows, finds it way to a drop of dew at the ends of a blade of grass.
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