Like a misty cloud on the still, cold air; the moose’s breath hangs in pulsing suspension.
Water lilies floating in the silence of a moonlit pond, listen to the song of the night owl.
The silent dance of Northern Lights streaks in colored ribbons across the sky. In the undisturbed silence of shimmering snow, the ptarmigan watches below.
Cherry blossoms like fragrant rain float to the petaled carpet below; gleaming like mother-of-pearl in hesitant sunlight.
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