A serene mist hung low over the mountain. Green grass blades kissed the tiny droplets of water and drooped low by their weight - purified by them. Gentle winds danced with the leaves and rustled the foliage. Exuberant sunrays filtered through the mist and fell on the dusty country track, welcoming and moist. She peered outside the window and marveled at the beauty that was creation.
    “It’s such a beautiful morning,” she said and shut the windows. “But it’s just so comfy inside.” She wrapped a blanket around herself. “Tomorrow I’ll definitely go running.” She reassured herself again that day.

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