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the morning is kind... silence fills the empty streets where drunken people like sailors once roamed, now they sleep soundly with the early breeze cradling them bakeries and flower shops open, the mailmen and delivery girls make their way through quiet neighbourhoods, the early birds rise with a vision of coffee and breakfast, and the sunlight is gentle on the skin— go outside or sit by the window to feel it. it kisses you, inviting you start the daw anew.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
the morning is kind
the morning is kind... silence fills the empty streets where drunken people like sailors once roamed, now they sleep soundly with the early breeze cradling them bakeries and flower shops open, the mailmen and delivery girls make their way through quiet neighbourhoods, the early birds rise with a vision of coffee and breakfast, and the sunlight is gentle on the skin— go outside or sit by the window to feel it. it kisses you, inviting you start the daw anew.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
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