Thursday, October 10, 2013

Some clear morning when the dew is fresh, leaving poker dot patterns around foot prints. When you run the the top of the hill in time to see the first sparks fly over the horizon and break the dusk into day. When the light hits an ocean so calm the sea bed looks a hand's breath away. On this day you may have clarity and purpose drawn from all the worlds beauty and push the despair and doubt down into the small dark places of your mind. 

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