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The promise is made every morning as dawn cracks the horizon. The renewal of the promise is made at the time.
The promise and the renewal do not come from a place of lack, but from a place of abundance.
The promise and the renewal? I will be every texture, everything, every cell, every fiber, of who [...]
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At a certain point
In the dark of night
The day has past
The day has yet to come
All is still
All is quiet
Creatures great and small
Enjoy the comforts of slumber
And then
A bird makes his call
Man moves his machine
Light breaks
The morning stirs
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