An Ode to My Daily Commute
An Ode to My Daily Commute A. A busy traffic moves along in sheets when tension builds among deeper linen
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City Mornings…first breath
First Breath… The pitch streets surge, growling motors a blur; a slow awakening morn, forces billowing cloud strata aside, for
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Because These Things I Must do
Things I Must do … Waking up to the sound of wind and rain outside my window, natural elements with
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Questioning Mornings
The sun pulls itself up on a reluctant sky, slumber lingering in the fading night, and alarms ring to herald
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