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The old ruins were the kind of grey that speaks of doves, of sun-warmed seals and other serene eye-treasures.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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The old ruins whispered tales of gallant chivalry to the flora and fauna, and for those wise words of adventures bold, they grew all the stronger.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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The old ruins were so strong in foundation, that they lasted more generations than seventy times seven.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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The old ruins were blessed by the sun upon the birth of each new day.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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The old ruins were the crown of the mountain top and the soul of the forest realms.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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Into the blue air that swam with floral fragrance, the old ruins rose to welcome the coming of spring rains.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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I'd rather make my bed in the old ruins of Camelot than in the castles of Mordor.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.
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The old ruins were the kind of imperfection that one's imagination falls in love with and begins to build and rebuild, ever seeking to honour its beginnings.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 18, 2021.