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... g of birds could be heard.
The rustling of leaves brushing against each other in the wind.
The murmuring of the stream flowing by.
Even the weak chirping of grasshoppers.
Isabel stared out the window with unfocused eyes.
She lifted her head.
Fluffy cotton clouds rose into the clear blue sky… the weather was impeccable, to say the least.
The midday sun shone brightly, colorfu ...
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