I want to wake up to the feel of the sun on my face. I want
the sunrise to greet me where I am at 5am. I want to feel the warm of the sun through
the window as the cold of the air conditioner makes me pull the covers closer.
High above the trees I want to see the sun stop and wink as
it whispers Good Morning to the sky and kisses the clouds like coffee on my
lips.
Good Morning, Abigail it’s a new day.
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