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Youshineon

With the weather as such, gray skies are only half as beautiful as you appear this morning. The strength in the absence of color. Darkened by the heat of this new found love. I’ve never seen you look so unafraid and brave even when the storms begin, my heart whispers. Must be the prayers and the purifying showers of protection you asked for every morning. Hazelnut coffee sipped slowly. Steam softening and opening my pores. Feeling fresh. Warm cranberry/orange creme slices of bread, I’m feeding you this morning. and I want to find you hidden in the depths of me. No need for the sunshine, for you are my light. Youshineon.

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