Friday, June 03, 2005

The moment when you first wake up:
The cool morning air hits you hard, and fills your lungs
Birds chirp near by but so far away because yet it still feels like a dream
Then it fades away, the beauty of it all detiarates from the attacks to the senses:
The lawn mower overcomes the cooing of the birds....

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