Good Morning 14-09-16

homeThere hung a chill in the air; it felt cold, tasted sweet. Nuggets of the earth warmed as the Sun rounded and ignited our side of the valley. They called. Like bells and whistles, the crawlers greeted day. Like feather’ds do, they sang. Ceramic on my lips, and a brown bean on my tongue, and under-toning vanilla.

A deep breath. A full Stretch. A smile.

Good Morning.

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