Mystryl Art



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One fine morning I walked across the grass and noticed a field of flowers, seemingly fresh and out of nowhere. The beautiful petals carried the dew from last night. Most people rush by these fields with great speed in their cars, off to work to find riches. While I sit here, I am looking at the brilliant rays of light hitting the dewy beads... sparkling like a million diamonds, each petal a diamond. I grabbed them like a thief and went home, rich in spirit and soul. One fine morning I walked across the grass and noticed a field of flowers, seemingly fresh and out of nowhere. The beautiful petals carried the dew from last night. Most people rush by these fields with great speed in their cars, off to work to find riches. While I sit here, I am looking at the brilliant rays of light hitting the dewy beads... sparkling like a million diamonds, each petal a diamond. I grabbed them like a thief and went home, rich in spirit and soul.

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One fine morning I walked across the grass and noticed a field of flowers, seemingly fresh and out of nowhere. The beautiful petals carried the dew from last night. Most people rush by these fields with great speed in their cars, off to work to find riches. While I sit here, I am looking at the brilliant rays of light hitting the dewy beads... sparkling like a million diamonds, each petal a diamond. I grabbed them like a thief and went home, rich in spirit and soul. One fine morning I walked across the grass and noticed a field of flowers, seemingly fresh and out of nowhere. The beautiful petals carried the dew from last night. Most people rush by these fields with great speed in their cars, off to work to find riches. While I sit here, I am looking at the brilliant rays of light hitting the dewy beads... sparkling like a million diamonds, each petal a diamond. I grabbed them like a thief and went home, rich in spirit and soul.

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