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The beauty of the senses. |
| The sun crept upwards in the molten sky, ushering in a day full of hopes and possibilities. Rustling sounds betrayed hidden movement within the foliage. Spring blossoms emitted heady scents. In a room nearby, one final push brought a wailing cry, and the newborn's senses were flooded with her first glimpse of the magnificent world. |