Dawn is coming. It separates itself from the line of tree yon which moments ago were hidden in night. Dawn makes up most of my view. I am listening to soft classical piano as opening credits for this dawn. Oh, I would worship dawn if its Maker was unknown to me. This is a dawn like no other. The first dawn of the last semester of my formal career. 32 years, 64 semesters gone as swiftly as that last note. This is praying, writing facing the cosmos, knowing the words, sharper than light, arriving in the kingdoms of God and onto his mind and he's turning to me. What is this prayer truly? Truly. Thank You!!!
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| How my treasured lover gave me the beginning of my first last. |
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