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| bluebird-on-a-limb ~ CheyAnne Sexton |
A beautiful sunny day, the kind of day makes everything seem alright, whether it is or not no longer the matter. Dreams last few days was vivid while it lasted, although I've entered bed at late hours, with enthusiastic 4 years old R chirping early in the morning, surprisingly the few hours was enough. Children has a infectious way of looking towards a brand new day, a brand new mission, or just the brand new moment...
Remembering times in my life when each day was my new birth, everything is so exciting and alluring, after that long winter, swamp of cold deprivation... suddenly I allowed each night to be the sudden death of to all that of my... went into dreamland just as if life left... I guess I had enough. Once I woke to the call of light, like a new baby, came with new birth, new life, everything was seen with peculiar delight. perhaps I made a decision not to be drawn, perhaps somehow I was awake from self made paradox of pain... each day was a delicious treat... It lasted as long as I kept my heart pure and free ...
Of illusions.
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