The sky blushes right before the hot point of the sun shows itself above the buildings and trees as if it remembers what happened last night. For a while the sky holds red around the sun. Perhaps it likes to hear what happens on the other side of day. And finally the feelings will disperse into clarity and work.
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Brooks, good morning! You have wonderful yoga blogging friends and I love the poetry they have posted. You will turn me into a poetry reader yet!
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