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Arising With Dawn

There was something about the wee hours that inspired him, There was something about the tenderness of the day that invigorated him, The silence buoyed him to a new world, The ambience brightened his chamber, The elements that called him from slumber signalled the time to go on an idyllic stroll, The hidden was revealed, He saw through the fog, A path meandered through the woods. This is my father’s story, His years of craftsmanship abridged, He stooped, He leapt, He conquered. September 4, 2023.

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