Morning 

A morning can be a period of clarity.

It can be like rain fall, which washes away the dirt and reveals bare-rock. 

A morning isn’t a repetition of the rising sun, as there is no return. 

Each morning is a new sun rise – it is potential; it is change; it is transience. 

It is the beauty of new fleeting moments for free actualising.

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