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First rays of morning
Awake
Like a panther, deep in the forest, the night slowly steals away. As the blackness turns to shades of green, the dark gives up its hold on earth to sleepy hues of early day. The quietness is interrupted with the sounds of feathery creatures, calling to each other to greet the day. The whippoorwills, the softly cooing doves, the harshness of the jays and the haunting melodies of the mockingbird. Here and there a cricket plays its tune accompanied by the frogs.
A fresh new day!
Way back on the horizon, somewhere, the faint rumblings of a slow freight train, braying it’s woeful howl, punctured by a sharp toot from time to time.
There is nothing like a morning to let you know that there is always a new beginning.
W. Cliff McDuffie
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