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The Morning Light

I've discovered a new joy.

It happens to me, every morning at around six o' clock when Michal comes down, doe eyed, having just woken up, and gives me one of her amazing smiles, followed by a gorgeous hug.

How could a day start any better?

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I'm not even supposed to be here today said…
You did add me - thanks a bunch!

So you're waking up, huh? You must be in an earlier time zone... I haven't been to bed yet... but I do stay up late!

I can hear birds, but there is no sunrise. The birds tell me when it's time to go to bed... some days... and today is one of those days.


This is my last comment of the evening, time to go crash in the one room sporting air-conditioning. Have a great day, Mr. CW. Read my response to your comment... I have a suggestion I think you should consider. If you agree, I will definitely take part in the dialog. And I think it will be fun...
Tuesday, 21 June, 2005
The Scribbler said…
Thank you for your comment which I have duly answered. Hope you slept well. I was up waaaay too early and I'm starting to feel it now...
Tuesday, 21 June, 2005
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