a beautiful day

... It was a beautiful day. The sun rose in a hurry, as if trying to make up for setting so early the evening before, bouncing into the sky like a great fiery yo-yo and sending what was left of the moon packing. The sky, with blatant disregard for the overuse of alliteration, was a brilliantly bright baby blue, and perched picturesquely on the leafy branches of the trees in the park below, birds sang. Which is to say that they chirped, tweeted and warbled incessantly. A bit like Britney Spears without the eye candy. At the very end of the park, where the park-keeper's job ended and Mother Nature's began, was a cliff which overlooked the sea. Black railings ran around the edge of this cliff, having been installed for safety after one too many children had blindly chased their runaway ball through the foliage and found themselves travelling rapidly southwards

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