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I Love These Things

Sunday morning...especially a rainy one - when the smoke stacks are sleeping. Institutions sit quietly musing - the only chance they have. The dark, warm sleep stirs. Sunday morning...I rise feeling like God. I love these things. Time is mine...on the table lies the morning paper. I eat every word...and take the leisure to digest them. Silence pours over me like a hot shower on a cold night. I love these things. Marshmallows floating on hot chocolate, Crisp leaves floating in slow motion to cover a quiet earth. White curtains embracing a bay window. I love these things.

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Date: 11/12/2008 2:35:00 PM
this picturesque write gives one a chance to take a timeout and enjoy life thanks for your comments on walk on by, and i hope that you are well, take care D-ncye
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