"I think the world, especially now, needs as many good and pure voices as possible, because it's not difficult to spread fear and hate." -Aurora

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The morning is grey and foggy but bright with a cool light. Drops of water hang on the ends of branches, tiny glass-like spheres, illuminated. Shriveled brown apples hang on the tree. Tiny birds peck at the mud, alight briefly on the fence, dart through the air chasing each other. Behind them are layers of trees, successively increasingly obscured by the haze.