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Morning Pages

Dawn thoughts-

Dream murmurings like last night’s leftovers cooling in the fridge,

There in the edges of your sleep crusted mind

Nudging,

Unfolding the brain as when you draw back the sheets and

Place your feet firmly on the cool wood floor-

First tentatively, easing into the hardness of the panels, then

Deliberately,

Solidly,

Taking in the chirping beginnings of the day.