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Friday, May 11, 2007

Mourning

I awake!
The room is lit by dawn and the birds sing outside the window.
I sigh!
The early morning does not persuade my head to rise from the pillow.
I breathe!
The enveloping chill frosts my exhaled air.
I emerge!
My blankets are thrown to the side and I am unprotected.
I gasp!
The cold penetrates into my soul.
I sleep!
The day can wait.

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