Chrispy's Journal: December 1st, 2018 - Christian Nathaniel Bernstein
A gentle breeze was the only thing I had heard. All I could see surrounding my small, green oasis were immaculate dunes, some of stature, some modest, subjacent to a brilliant, pristine, blue sky whose fields spread dotted by puffy, white clouds, inching away ever so slowly, their movement involving enough in this remarkably empty scene so as to merit my attention and enrapture me in contemplative wonder.
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