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“What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent. The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance. But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . . What a soft thoughtful time. In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.”

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Book:The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
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The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

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Vera Nazarian
Vera Nazarian

Vera Nazarian is an American writer born on May 25, 1966. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and essays. She explores diverse themes such as history, culture, love, and human nature in her writing. more

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