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Sep 9
the life breathing in will quell the dread of a burning day before you; for, in the mornings, the air is fresh and chilled,
and you may graze in the openness

until the flowers fulfill you,
awaken you.

Take your forest path, your field trail, the one you marked yourself
for these moments. And bring the dogs,
let their leashes be loose,
let your soul be freed here, in this scenery.
the ritual of morning
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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