The soft, yellow morning light rises up from beyond the horizon, crashing against an ashen mass of clouds. The world is still trapped in a dream, half-asleep. The trees are just beginning to take shape in the distance, revealing detail, an interwoven mass of crimson, burnt orange, and gold. Birds chirp, even now. Some yet stay.
I pause and reflect on my …
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