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In the gentle unfolding of quiet mornings, every rustling feather and distant chirp becomes a note in nature's untouched symphony. - Elise Carter In the gentle unfolding of quiet mornings, every rustling feather and distant chirp becomes a note in nature's untouched symphony. - Elise Carter In the gentle unfolding of quiet mornings, every rustling feather and distant chirp becomes a note in nature's untouched symphony. - Elise Carter