The distant cook a doodle doo, crashing surf and clacking palm fronds 6:30 darkness envelops me. The longing to sit and watch the dawn is ancient. The rain falls softly, the cool air moist and fragrant in my nostrils. I remember how the moment was built:
How many bones in the foot? Teacher asked Laura. A lot! Well,
There are 26. My birthdate number i commit to always remember this.
Dan asks, will you do ne a favor? Anything;) please wear your rose gold flip flop sandal necklace on the plane; its so You!
The sunrise is here! The gaunt plumeria stitched black against the new days pastel sky.
All that is eternal in me
Welcome the wonder of this day. John O Donohue
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