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Morning Freewrite

I'm awake, but dazed
Moving cautiously
I can feel the world breathing
- running down my neck
across my face.
Damp, steady and slow
Sleep is at a breaking point
The birth of the day
Is uponme now.
The still quiet breaks
Green filled suddenly with life
and it is morning.

by Greta Streed

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