the fullness and entirety of the morning . . . early autumn, early morning, my head barely connected to my body looking out at the arriving sky as if it is the beginning day which in fact happened many hours before . . . and yet the sky, a thing a place of beauty, holds my attention and draws me in to its unlikeliness all the while celebrating the very simple and diminishing beauties still holding on from summer time . .
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