Oh, the morning. Divine light spilling through my curtains, forcing me to open them, pulling me outside. Into the day. Spring has arrived. It seems. Golden envelope. Seal me inside. Keep me warm.
What of the day? What hope shall bound out of the wings and take centre stage? In what splendid fashion will such feasts greet my eyes? The unknowing. How wondrous. Wishing the world a happy day. Not expecting the thought to really get very far. Thinking it. Nevertheless. Thinking it all the same.
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