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Morning's Mist An Angel flew among the clouds, his sacred wings in misty shrouds. And there he blessed the valleys green, and wondrous sights that he had seen. Now from this place the old ones tell, the Heavens rained and water fell. Then from a cliff and shale wall was borne a lovely .... waterfall. By early dawn the earth was kissed and softly cloaked in morning's mist. ![]()
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