Ambient
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Rebecca Navarre
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A new brush stroke. A new summers
grove. With sun light so gold.
Underneath where fields of green
grow. A fawn stands in the hallow.
As the gentle wind blows, and a red
bird sings soft and low. And, ambient
evening skies unfold.
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