Dawn had set in. The feathery clouds, as if with no burden, floated gently over the vast blue meadow. The robins sang their old sweet song, a feast to the ears. The stream, as usual, broke into peals of laughter while quenching the thirst of the pale lilies and daffodils. The soft yet warm sunshine hit the eyelashes of young Richard, relieving him from a deep slumber. He stretched, twisted and yawned, only to be greeted by his tiny mates, the robins. He whispered gently into their ears in hushed tones, some sort of delicate secret that does not wish to be disclosed. Richard, probably a young lad of thirteen, was an extremely introverted teen who enjoyed the company of the soft darkness he had created around himself. He had silky brown hair that loosely fell over his forehead. The freckles on his face seemed to reveal his nature - secretive yet noticeable. He had brown dreamy eyes that had an unknown end in its depth, unlike his parents' bright blue eyes. He lived in Sta...
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