Green Pastures at the Dawn

When I awoke that morning things smelt different. I remember the rustle of the grass and how the hum would make some moments soft as days passed. What lay before me was far more than a pasture, but a world untapped, untamed, unexplored and waiting for the curious to find what treasures lie cradled in its waiting arms.

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