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Good Morning
The new day whispers my name. soft and gentle the words tug on the edges of my consciousness. I resist. Refusing to give in as my mind pulls the plug on my projector screen. NO! Please no. It has been so long since I had felt joy from the images you share to me. To no avail. My eyes now open and the new day has begun. Good morning.
Published 21st Sep 2017
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