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Day 17

I watch dawn creep over the garden,
changing shades of ink to their spring colours.
The sun peeks over rooftops,
seeming to stretch her beams out
lazily, fingertips of light
reaching out to start the day.
As she grows stronger,
the sky turns purple to gold,
navy to a silvery blue
& the world comes alive. 

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