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PONDERING SLUMBERIN THE SOFT SHADOWS BEFORE DAWNWHEN IT IS NOT YET DAY NOR IS IT NIGHTTHE STARS SLOWLEY TURNING OUT THEIR LIGHTSMY PULSE QUICKENS AS I AWAKE FROM MY SLUMBERMY MOUTH DRY AND GRIT IN MY EYES.THE WORLD IS SILENT WAITING TO BE AWOKENBUDS OF FLOWERS SLOWLEY UNCURLING.I WONDERWHAT THIS NEW DAY WILL BRING AS I LAY IN MY SLUMBERMY MIND BEGINS TO PONDERDO OTHERS THINK LIKE I?CAN WE THINK WITHOUT A THOUGH?CAN WE REASON WITH OUT A REASON?CAN WE LOVE WITHOUT BEING LOVED?I STREACH MY LIMBS AS I PONDERA NEW DAY, SOME THING NEW TO WONDERYET THERE IS ONE THIG I AM CERTAINAND WILL ALWAYS REMAIN CLEARTHAT IN MY END OF DAYSWHEN MY YEARS ARE NUMBEREDI WILL BE HAPPY FOR WHAT I KNOWAND HAPPIER YET, FOR WHAT I DON’T.
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