One time I wrote these words:
When dawn comes,
I’ll be reaching over her shoulder
plucking the 1st light…
But this morning, as I blinked into the glorious day, a different story was told. I had slept past the sun’s rising. Her arms were already reaching across the earth’s surface in an embrace of perfection.
Sprout Question: What are you going to do with this glorious gift of today?
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