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Showing posts with label morning light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label morning light. Show all posts
Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Sheering Sun

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There are those with whom I have nothing in common but the blood that runs in the veins. Cliche. The word blind doesn't mean what...
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Saturday, November 5, 2011

Saturday Morning Light

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When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive -- to breathe, to enjoy, to love. Marc...
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