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A Fear the Day

I Fear the Day I fear the day the sheer length of it. It's call to actions and not words. Fearing it while it is and loving it when it is gone, right or wrong. Evening beckons... It's soft, amber hues of lamplight. As I peruse a book, another day passes into fables of mythic storytelling. Swaddled in the womb of light in an eternity of night; Until sunrise and the dread of morning, I wake, trembling, at the start of the new day John Tansey

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Date: 9/11/2019 9:16:00 AM
Very good read here, John. Thank you for sharing with us and the rest of the world. Look forward to seeing more of your writing... Take care! Warm Regards, William
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