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Front seat tickets to God's morning show, though I didn't know that I was going to go. Soft whispers waking me earlier than wanted from bed out to the porch to see a glorious red lined with yellow growing into pink with geese making a stink while I'm called to record it all in ink. Not much sleep behind me, but what a treat to be had happening every early morn -- wake and take in the dawn.
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
Morning Show
Front seat tickets to God's morning show, though I didn't know that I was going to go. Soft whispers waking me earlier than wanted from bed out to the porch to see a glorious red lined with yellow growing into pink with geese making a stink while I'm called to record it all in ink. Not much sleep behind me, but what a treat to be had happening every early morn -- wake and take in the dawn.
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 10:26 PM UTC
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