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Sunrise

The morning light spills upwards and floods fast over me from the horizon.

Its power and beauty, astounding.

I simply wake.

My problems begin when others do the same.

Good day

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Written by

ThisUniverseLost

34 / M

Published: May 27, 2015
LinesWords: 531

Notes: I feel old
Tags: #morning #problems #wake #sunrise

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