I wake up early, the sky just beginning to lighten above a large soft dark gray cloud...beaneath the cloud is a sliver of pale yellow light just above the horizon...
a half hour later it is bursting with color as our planet turns toward its sun-star
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| (what looks like a small black dot in the center is a raven) |
again I am awed by all this predictability in this world where I seem to be constantly asked to venture into the unknown...and I guess I ask for it to be that way...
"Life is always either a tightrope or a featherbed.
Give me the tightrope." — Edith Wharton
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