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This morning, I watched the night turn to day. Many times a thought stirred that could have disturbed my stillness, but the dawn hung too thick in the air to allow me to be moved. The shadows around me gained sharp edges, and still I stayed. Until the day grew too ordinary to hold me in place any longer.
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Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
The days grow ordinary
This morning, I watched the night turn to day. Many times a thought stirred that could have disturbed my stillness, but the dawn hung too thick in the air to allow me to be moved. The shadows around me gained sharp edges, and still I stayed. Until the day grew too ordinary to hold me in place any longer.
- 21 December 2024
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Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 12:20 PM UTC
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