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Oct 2013
A new day, another
just like all the rest
except that as I lay my eyes upon it
I can see the sunrise with clouds just so,
hues that never quite existed before,
and I breathe a breeze
as new as the skin in which I stand,
although it still feels just like it always has
as far back as I can remember.
Michael
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