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her hand mildly caressed the fruit as if one bantam prod would bruise it,

she stroked her lips gingerly devising the fruit adjacent to them,

the sonority of a proximate waterfall reiterated throughout the bantam glade,

her lustrous drape lingered on her skin as her hair exuded with water,

the verdure ethereally ticking her feet as she moved her toes,

submerged in the aubade, she sealed her orbs,

even nature envied her exquisiteness.

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