Tuesday 6a.m.
The seasons change, light comes a bit earlier. I love this time of day, before the world wakes up.
Things are in turmoil, sometimes it’s difficult to see the way out.
I’ll take the peacefulness of now.
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The seasons change, light comes a bit earlier. I love this time of day, before the world wakes up.
Things are in turmoil, sometimes it’s difficult to see the way out.
I’ll take the peacefulness of now.
.
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