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At the edge of morning, the sunflowers stood beneath stormy clouds and the first faint light of day.

Beneath the Milky Way, Eagle Rock in Warner Springs stood quiet and ancient, the night feeling still, vast, and written in stars.

Above the silhouetted trees, the Milky Way spilled across the sky in silence and wonder

Fireflies lit the wooded path like little sparks drifting through the dark.

Eagle Rock stood in silhouette beneath a sky full of stars and the last glow of the horizon.

Down Dairy Road in Lakeside, the mountain rose in silhouette beneath the stillness of the stars.

Under a sky full of stars, the barn and hay bales rested in the quiet rhythm of the farm

The lane led toward the barn while the night sky stretched wide above the quiet farm.

This night felt vast and still, with the mountain resting beneath a sky written in stars.

This night felt vast and still, with the mountain resting beneath a sky written in stars.

Beneath drifting clouds and a star-washed sky, the hay fields rested in the quiet of the night.

Beneath a sky full of stars, the hay bales rested quietly against the far glow of the horizon.

At the edge of morning, the sunflowers stood beneath stormy clouds and the first faint light of day.

Beneath the Milky Way, Eagle Rock in Warner Springs stood quiet and ancient, the night feeling still, vast, and written in stars.

Above the silhouetted trees, the Milky Way spilled across the sky in silence and wonder

Fireflies lit the wooded path like little sparks drifting through the dark.

Eagle Rock stood in silhouette beneath a sky full of stars and the last glow of the horizon.

Down Dairy Road in Lakeside, the mountain rose in silhouette beneath the stillness of the stars.

Under a sky full of stars, the barn and hay bales rested in the quiet rhythm of the farm

The lane led toward the barn while the night sky stretched wide above the quiet farm.

This night felt vast and still, with the mountain resting beneath a sky written in stars.

This night felt vast and still, with the mountain resting beneath a sky written in stars.

Beneath drifting clouds and a star-washed sky, the hay fields rested in the quiet of the night.

Beneath a sky full of stars, the hay bales rested quietly against the far glow of the horizon.

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