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Bright Morning

the air is crisp and a new day begins

Monday, October 29, 2007

We can fly a kite in a lightning storm, but we can't stop this thing from what it's gonna be. Silly girl, that's just the way it is. How atoms turn into planets eventually.


A melody with nothing attached, like a thought without words to share it,
That's how sunrises happen in this mortal desert.
Two claps and the brink of dawn.
Posted by C. Faber Demarius at 10:53 PM
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