The half globe of dew on the blade of grass reflected the early morning pink hued light until her bare foot treaded the misty grass path. The misty grass path wound in spirals crossing here and there, sometimes you could jump some rocks or a stream and cut your way through, but clean dew grass new the way.
The old black crow from way above circling around in the umbra of a cloud, watched below as all the stories did unfold.
The squirrel had its back turned, the white tailed rabbit peeked out the spy hole hidden in the tree stump of the olive tree on the misty grass path.
the clock rang five though it was 9
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