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Whispers of Dawn
At 4:30, the silence breathes,
Cold air rests softly against her skin.
A breath, deep and unbroken, fills her,
The dawn cradles her in its tender glow.
Rising slowly from...
Cold air rests softly against her skin.
A breath, deep and unbroken, fills her,
The dawn cradles her in its tender glow.
Rising slowly from...
