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The night was warm there was no chill to the gentle breeze, that made the hanging branches of the willow dance on the surface of the lake. Slowly walking toward the edge of the lake, admiring the magnificent beauty of nature.
She continued until she was surrounded by the weeping branches, the sound of the leaves rustling in chorus together.
The sky was a rippled reflection upon the lake's surface, the brilliant glow of bright stars mirrored upon its canvas.
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