While many were laying in slumber life went on…
The sun shimmered its golden glow…
Swans elegantly glided beside the reeds…
The clouds made formations and were illuminated in a rose hue…
The river rippled and flowed and a ghostly mist snaked and drifted…
There was no chaos, no bombardment or demands…
Nature continued without the glare of humanity…
That all took place while they were sleeping…
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