She walks delicately, sampling the nectar of the wood. Making sure not to miss a beat she spreads her moist,arctic gift to all on this earth and all endure with no need to deny. It is nourishment to the alive and is life-threatening to material possessions. If all can lose a life is all life? What type of life is a grandfather clock and when does its personality commence?
Once all is kissed with the breath of pre-morning she gives her energy to the sun and dissipates. This is how the morning begins.
Then small sounds of feet scamper up the stairs and in an equally small voice but with overwhelming joy the words "Good Morning" dance their way into my ear. Time to rise and shine.
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