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Jul 2015
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A dark cloud,
not angry, just an
early morning formation,
a soft pink hue
on its fluffy underbelly,
is just now waking up
as it floats by

I gaze past
the light gray atmosphere
of this new dawn
to a place where the sun
is already shining,
where skies are blue
and crystal clear

And as my sun
happily rises, I imagine
your smile now glowing
on this buttermilk horizon,
illuminating every dark cloud
to once again make this
*a beautiful day
Good morning Beautiful
Chris
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Chris
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