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As dawn broke over Bow Lake, the stillness of the Rockies mirrored the first blush of light. The calm waters reflected the golden peaks like a dream caught between night and day. Standing in the silence, I watched a lone driftwood rest gently on the surface — a reminder of nature’s quiet balance between strength and serenity. It was one of those mornings where the world felt timeless, painted softly by the whispers of sunrise.
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