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The sunlit mist rose from the trees that early bright morning, the transpiration as the breath of mother nature herself.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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In the early morning light each leaf had opened its mouth-like stoma to breathe, to let in more carbon-dioxide and breathe out more oxygen into the air. As they did so they let a plume of water vapour rise to the almost cloudless sky. Transpiration. It was pretty really. A sort of visual poetry for the eyes of the early riser.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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A transpiration mist rose into the sky as if it were some solar-powered bird without need of wings to overcome gravity.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.
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It was one of those mornings you could see the breath of the trees, just the same as I could see my own on wintry days. It puffed right on up to the clouds.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 26, 2020.