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Sep 2018
Tic. Tok. Tic. Tok. Tic. 6:45am.
It's time to go.
I zoom out the door.
A wisp of fresh air welcomes me as it brushes off the smell of the musty apartment.
I look up at the scene in front of me-
The courtyard empty.
Silent,  save for the family of birds singing in their nearby nests.
Their cacophony gently egging me to step out into the new day.
The trees gently sway back and forth as if they were dancing.
I step out into the new day.
The sun shining on my back,  egging me on.  I breathe in, exhaling a new day.
Written by
I D Lowrance
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