Without tenses
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Norway
October 16, 2008
The weather man had called for a dark, wet and otherwise “miserable and unfriendly morning,” however; I didn’t see it that way. I mean, for me, this morning was bright and freshly dry; otherwise, being a wonderful and most affable morning! In this, my beautiful morning, birds were chirping cheerfully, as furry animals dashed and scurried playfully amongst the branches and leaves of a grand oak tree. A sparkling brook ran lazily down a richly, brown painted mountain side. Spawning fish jumped and darted against a tickling current as they swam up stream in search of the perfect place to lay their young. I could see a majestic flight of a beautiful eagle as it gracefully, but all so confidently soared freely overhead, back-dropped by the soft pinkish-blue and silver colored sky of a picturesque sunrise. Why was I seeing all this tranquility when all around me others were seeing exactly what the weatherman had said it would be? Why? Because I was then looking into a heart, my heart, that you had so sweetly held and caressed the night before - I was seeing all of this because of you.
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