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Crackles emanate from the sunset scorn embers that spectacularly and dogmatically unfold the log with flames. Their waltz pouring warmth into the room across suspended air bridges made of giggles and chatter. Cross legged on an Argentavis down yellow submarine pillow; you clasp with soft intent the solace of your favourite mug. The Panamax cargo of delicate and smooth hot coco whirls in a swing, sweet in its voyage towards your lips. Polygonal chocolate glaciers pass into rich chocolate bergs that melt as delicate as the snow from the mountains shelves each morning. The dew from the evenings frost braces against the rippled glass and spruce walls, preparing for the arrival of the day.
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