Today, in the secret hours of morning. You know the time when it is really your own. The phone hasn't rang, and the alarm clock is off. The time of day when the fingers of dawn are reaching into the night and pulling morning forward, when the world is relatively still, and the sounds of the birds outside your window sing the clearest melody. It is a time of day of found treasures. Opening my eyes and becoming conscious of life, of breath, of peace. There is hope in the air and the promise of all that is possible. That is bliss!
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