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Wednesday, April 12, 2017

letters to myself

White noise against my pillow
amber glow to meet cold window
blue to black with fairy light
falling into the depth of night
Heart at ease with care
wind beating the air 
sinks the mattress heavy
eyes rested and ready
Day behind the mountain 
not an expectation to count in
wrapped in vanilla blankets
the new morning my sweet canvas

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