The blank canvas. No sight had I witnessed before that was so tranquil, and so pearlescent; the world stretched out before me, every flower and every blade of grass, even the sky – a
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The blank canvas. No sight had I witnessed before that was so tranquil, and so pearlescent; the world stretched out before me, every flower and every blade of grass, even the sky – a
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