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:: waking world ::

...but here was the wide world awake

and yet only for me,

all the fragrance breathed only by me,

not a living soul hearing the nightingale but me,

the sun in a few moments coming up

to warm only me,

and nowhere a single hard word being spoken,

or a single selfish act being done,

nowhere anything that could tarnish

the blessed purity of the world

as God has given it us."

{Elizabeth Von Arnim}

the silence of walking

before the rays of dawn

greet the vast expanse of sky

a time of solitude

my eyes and heart

a silent witness

to the miracle

of the waking day

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