The Gentel caress of the setting sun, like mother to child.
Love like the midsummers night, filled with wonder and Majesty.
Friendship, like the fresh crisp air of a mornings dew.
Yet these, though they walk in love, fail to compare to the rising sun, and the Lords welcoming you a new day. And with it, a chance to start anew.
Chelsea Anderson.
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