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"Sun Rise & Set"

by LeBobbe

I dislike the rising sun. š˜”š˜ŗ š˜§š˜¢š˜·š˜°š˜³š˜Ŗš˜µš˜¦ š˜µš˜Ŗš˜®š˜¦ š˜°š˜§ š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜„š˜¢š˜ŗ, š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦. š“˜ š“­š“²š“¼š“µš“²š““š“® š“½š“±š“® š“»š“²š“¼š“²š“·š“° š“¼š“¾š“· š““š“·š“øš”€š“²š“·š“° š“½š“±š“Ŗš“½ š“˜ š“±š“Ŗš“æš“® š“½š“ø š“¬š“øš“¶š“® š“¾š“¹ š“øš“·š“¬š“® š“Ŗš“°š“Ŗš“²š“·. š‘“š’š’š’š’š’Šš’ˆš’‰š’• š’”š’–š’š’“š’Šš’”š’† š’ƒš’‚š’ƒš’š š’„š’š’Žš’† š’•š’ š’ƒš’† š’Žš’š š’”š’•š’‚š’“š’š’Šš’š’ˆ š’Žš’š’š’š’š’Šš’ˆš’‰š’• š’“š’Šš’”š’†. It forces me to go about my day, š˜ˆ š˜“š˜Ŗš˜Øš˜Æ š˜µš˜©š˜¢š˜µ š˜ š˜Øš˜¦š˜µ š˜µš˜° š˜“š˜µš˜¢š˜³š˜µ š˜¢ š˜Æš˜¦š˜ø. š“—š“øš“¹š“²š“·š“° š“Ŗš“·š“­ š“¹š“»š“Ŗš”‚š“²š“·š“° š“¼š“øš“¶š“®š“½š“±š“²š“·š“° š“­š“²š“Æš“Æš“®š“»š“®š“·š“½ š“±š“Ŗš“¹š“¹š“®š“·š“¼. š’€š’š’– š’Žš’‚š’š š’‡š’‚š’š’ š’‡š’“š’š’Ž š’•š’‰š’† š’”š’Œš’š, š’šš’š’– š’Žš’‚š’š š’‡š’‚š’š’ š’‡š’“š’š’Ž š’•š’‰š’† š’•š’“š’†š’†, š’ƒš’–š’• š’Šš’•'š’” š’ƒš’†š’•š’•š’†š’“ š’Šš’‡ š’šš’š’– š’‡š’†š’š’ š’‡š’š’“ š’Žš’†. While my mind is still on yesterday. š˜šš˜¶š˜³š˜³š˜°š˜¶š˜Æš˜„š˜¦š˜„ š˜£š˜ŗ š˜±š˜¦š˜¢š˜¤š˜¦ š˜¢š˜Æš˜„ š˜²š˜¶š˜Ŗš˜¦š˜µ, š˜£š˜Ŗš˜³š˜„š˜“ š˜¤š˜©š˜Ŗš˜³š˜±š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø, š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜¤š˜°š˜­š˜„ š˜£š˜³š˜¦š˜¦š˜»š˜¦. š“š“·š“øš“½š“±š“®š“» š“±š“²š“µš“µ š“½š“ø š”€š“Ŗš“µš““ š“­š”‚š“²š“·š“° š“øš“· š“½š“±š“® š“±š“®š“Ŗš“½. š‘¬š’—š’†š’“š’š š’”š’–š’š’“š’Šš’”š’† š‘° š’‘š’“š’‚š’š š’•š’‰š’‚š’• š’•š’š’…š’‚š’š š’˜š’š’–š’š’… š’ƒš’† š’ˆš’“š’†š’‚š’•. š‘©š’–š’• š’˜š’‰š’†š’ š’•š’‰š’† š’”š’–š’ š’”š’†š’•š’” š’•š’‰š’† š’…š’‚š’š š’Šš’” š’š’š’• š’Šš’•. I feel envious of everyone. š˜›š˜©š˜¦ š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦ š˜Øš˜Ŗš˜·š˜¦š˜“ š˜®š˜¦ š˜Æš˜°š˜“š˜µš˜¢š˜­š˜Øš˜Ŗš˜¢ š˜°š˜§ š˜®š˜ŗ š˜¤š˜©š˜Ŗš˜­š˜„š˜©š˜°š˜°š˜„, š˜øš˜©š˜¦š˜³š˜¦ š˜ š˜øš˜¢š˜“ š˜µš˜³š˜¶š˜­š˜ŗ š˜©š˜¢š˜±š˜±š˜ŗ. š“™š“¾š“¼š“½ š”€š“Ŗš“²š“½š“²š“·š“° š“Æš“øš“» š“½š“±š“® š“¼š“¾š“·š“¼š“®š“½ š“½š“ø š“¬š“øš“¶š“®. š‘»š’‰š’† š’”š’–š’š’“š’Šš’”š’† š’ˆš’‚š’—š’† š’Žš’† š’‚ š’˜š’‚š’“š’Žš’•š’‰ š’•š’‰š’‚š’• š‘° š’„š’š’–š’š’…š’'š’• š’†š’™š’‘š’š’‚š’Šš’. Who feels better in each passing day. š˜'š˜„ š˜£š˜¦ š˜øš˜¢š˜Ŗš˜µš˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø š˜§š˜°š˜³ š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜·š˜¦š˜Æš˜„š˜°š˜³š˜“ š˜¦š˜¢š˜¤š˜© š˜¢š˜Æš˜„ š˜¦š˜·š˜¦š˜³š˜ŗ š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦ š˜§š˜°š˜³ š˜®š˜ŗ š˜§š˜¢š˜·š˜°š˜³š˜Ŗš˜µš˜¦ š˜¤š˜¢š˜³š˜Ŗš˜°š˜¤š˜¢. š“šš“·š“øš”€š“²š“·š“° š“½š“±š“Ŗš“½ š“˜ š“øš“·š“¬š“® š“Ŗš“°š“Ŗš“²š“· š“±š“Ŗš“æš“® š“½š“ø š“Æš“²š“°š“±š“½. š‘°š’• š’‡š’†š’š’• š’š’š’”š’•š’‚š’š’ˆš’Šš’„ š’‚š’š’… š’˜š’š’š’…š’†š’“š’‡š’–š’. The sun rose and lit my surroundings. š˜œš˜“š˜¶š˜¢š˜­š˜­š˜ŗ, š˜ š˜øš˜°š˜¶š˜­š˜„ š˜£š˜¦ š˜¢š˜øš˜¢š˜¬š˜¦š˜Æ š˜£š˜ŗ š˜©š˜¦š˜¢š˜³š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø "š˜›š˜ˆš˜š˜–" š˜¦š˜·š˜¦š˜³š˜ŗ š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦ š˜øš˜©š˜Ŗš˜­š˜¦ š˜©š˜¦š˜¢š˜³š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø š˜µš˜©š˜¦ š˜£š˜Ŗš˜³š˜„š˜“ š˜¤š˜©š˜Ŗš˜³š˜±. š“£š“±š“® š“»š“²š“¼š“²š“·š“° š“¼š“¾š“· š“²š“¼ š“Ŗ š“¬š“Ŗš“µš“µ š“Æš“øš“» š“¶š“® š“½š“ø š“Æš“²š“°š“±š“½. š‘©š’–š’• š’˜š’‰š’†š’ š’•š’‰š’† š’…š’‚š’š š’ˆš’š’†š’” š’ƒš’š š’•š’‰š’† š’”š’–š’ š’”š’†š’•š’” š’Šš’• š’ˆš’‚š’—š’† š’Žš’† š’š’ š’‰š’š’‘š’† š’Šš’ š’š’Šš’‡š’†. I see nothing but dull and grey. š˜›š˜©š˜¦ š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦ š˜©š˜¢š˜“ š˜¢š˜­š˜øš˜¢š˜ŗš˜“ š˜£š˜¦š˜¦š˜Æ š˜øš˜Ŗš˜µš˜© š˜®š˜¦ š˜¢š˜“ š˜ š˜Øš˜³š˜¦š˜ø š˜¶š˜±, š˜³š˜¦š˜®š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜„š˜Ŗš˜Æš˜Ø š˜®š˜¦ š˜ š˜“š˜µš˜Ŗš˜­š˜­ š˜©š˜¢š˜·š˜¦ š˜¢ š˜¤š˜©š˜¢š˜Æš˜¤š˜¦ š˜Ŗš˜Æ š˜­š˜Ŗš˜§š˜¦ š˜¢š˜Æš˜„ š˜µš˜©š˜¢š˜µ š˜ š˜“š˜©š˜°š˜¶š˜­š˜„š˜Æ'š˜µ š˜§š˜¦š˜¦š˜­ š˜„š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¤š˜°š˜¶š˜³š˜¢š˜Øš˜¦š˜„. š“‘š“¾š“½ š“·š“øš”€, š“˜ š“³š“¾š“¼š“½ š“Æš“®š“®š“µ š”€š“®š“Ŗš““ š“½š“ø š“®š“æš“®š“· š“øš“¹š“®š“· š“¶š”‚ š“®š”‚š“®š“¼. š‘»š’‰š’† š’”š’–š’š’“š’Šš’”š’† š’Šš’” š’š’Šš’Œš’† š’Žš’š š’‡š’–š’•š’–š’“š’†, š’ƒš’–š’• š’Šš’•'š’” š’‰š’‚š’“š’… š’•š’ š’ˆš’†š’• š’ƒš’†š’„š’‚š’–š’”š’† š’•š’‰š’† š’”š’–š’š’”š’†š’• š’Šš’” š’•š’‰š’† š’š’š’š’š š’•š’‰š’Šš’š’ˆ š‘° š’„š’‚š’ š’“š’†š’‚š’„š’‰. Waiting for sunset, to begin again my agony. š˜ š˜§š˜°š˜³š˜Øš˜¦š˜µ š˜®š˜ŗ š˜µš˜³š˜°š˜¶š˜£š˜­š˜¦š˜“ š˜¢š˜Æš˜„ š˜øš˜°š˜³š˜³š˜Ŗš˜¦š˜“... š˜ š˜§š˜¦š˜¦š˜­ š˜¢š˜µ š˜±š˜¦š˜¢š˜¤š˜¦ š˜øš˜Ŗš˜µš˜© š˜“š˜¶š˜Æš˜³š˜Ŗš˜“š˜¦. š“š“®š“®š“­š“²š“·š“° š“½š“ø š“Ŗš“¬š“¬š“®š“¹š“½ š“²š“½š“¼ š“¶š“øš“»š“·š“²š“·š“° š“øš“·š“¬š“® š“Ŗš“°š“Ŗš“²š“·. š‘ŗš’–š’š’“š’Šš’”š’† š’ˆš’‚š’—š’† š’Žš’† š’‰š’š’‘š’† š’ƒš’–š’• š’˜š’‰š’†š’ š’Šš’• š’”š’†š’•š’” š’Šš’• š’ˆš’‚š’—š’† š’Žš’† š’š’ š’ˆš’š’‚š’š’”.
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Apr 7, 2023
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Sunrise and Sunset.

A reflection of me and three others.

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