Mist nestles in the pinetops. The wind sighs in the branches. Nothing happens; the mist just hangs there. Because this is a scene.
Mist nestles in the pinetops. The wind sighs in the branches. Nothing happens; the mist just hangs there. Because this is a scene.
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