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It Dawns On Me

dawn, sunrise, sunset ... dusk ... fascinate most poets ... what's high noon ... burnt toast? ...

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Date: 8/17/2022 3:31:00 AM
High noon here lately are very hot ones. Of course, I don't go out much at that time of day. I remember as a child in the winter going into the edge of the woods or settling on the pasture just before the woods just before lunch or right after lunch enjoying the wonderful sunlight's warmth. Far removed are those days now. I enjoyed reading this one today and for the nice comment on my work. Sara
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