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Every dawn, a canvas wide,
A new chapter waits, unwritten inside.
The morning sun, a story's birth,
A chance to craft a brand new earth.
With every breath, a word is said,
A tale unfolds, a path is tread.
The ink of time, a narrative flows.
As we write, our stories grow.
The blank page beckons, pure and bright.
A chance to rewrite, to make things right.
To fill the voids, to heal the past,
And author a future that will forever last.
So let us seize the morning's might,
And write the chapters of our life's delight,
With hope, with heart, with every line,
We'll craft a truly divine story!
~ Wendy
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