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Delight wreathed the shadows of the morning like fluttering curtains on the dancing breeze.  Under the balm of the waking sun, we closed our eyes and sighed, luxuriating in the warmth surrounding us, within and without.  Delight had never been more palpable or surreal, nor had you, my ethereal love!

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful artwork found on Google.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original artist.  Thank You!