 Sunlight glitters on residual raindrops that rest on the leaves, lightly framing a door which wouldn't otherwise have caught the eye.
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 Sometimes our surroundings collect memories and features of those living with and passing by them. So much so they start to resemble something we weren't expecting. What can you see peeking from the textures?
 Sometimes a personality becomes so used to melding with their surroundings they forget their own individual beauty.
 Quietly contemplative with sparks of inspiration and wisdom emanating softly - which the infinitely extrovert doorframe is promoting wildly!
 One of those doorways we may not ordinarily notice perhaps. It's ceased to leap into the vision of the passer-by quite as obviously as others, but I wonder if it's hiding a whole world of sparkles.
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