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Rhapsody

Rare is the morning that I actually relish.

Today began at 7 a.m. with a crisp chill and quiet. The soft sound of deep breathing from this cherub-cheeked child of mine, and pastel hues lightening in the sky.

Add the warm, rich scent of fresh-ground coffee and an episode of Sunday Morning, and the day feels harmonious. Ambitious. Unrushed.

Soon I'll be off to the home improvement store for window fix-it supplies. I think I will add to the cart some sweetly perfumed narcissa and the variegated viny dead nettle with which to plant my terra cotta-ed entry way. If they have something in pink or violet, I will attain the most perfect happiness imaginable.

8:50 am - 02.23.03
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