Sunrise 3 v2

The mountains pushed back from the valley like rumpled bedclothes

Sunrise 2

That half-awake moment when the chill of dawn snakes across your thighs, consciousness creeping in on your dreams, a blur of reality as the red light passes through your closed eyelids–prodding you; you may turn, burying your head, denying it, somnolence spinning on the axis of your life.


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