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The soft scent of the winter dawn, and the chirping of the birds, pulled Vaibhav out of bed. Sun was stretching his arms, his drops of orange luster sparkled on the dews of grass blades.
The soft scent of the winter dawn, and the chirping of the birds, pulled Vaibhav out of bed. Sun was stretching his arms, his drops of orange luster sparkled on the dews of grass blades.
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