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In the stillness of a reflective morning, possibility reveals itself like dew in sun-kissed grass, a canvas softened by my introspection. - Emma Harrington In the stillness of a reflective morning, possibility reveals itself like dew in sun-kissed grass, a canvas softened by my introspection. - Emma Harrington In the stillness of a reflective morning, possibility reveals itself like dew in sun-kissed grass, a canvas softened by my introspection. - Emma Harrington