"but tomorrow, dawn will come the way i picture her, barefoot and
disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton
dresses of the poor. she will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
-billy collins
“hello, sun in my face.
hello you who made the morning and spread it
over the fields...
watch, now, how i start the day in happiness, in
kindness.”
-mary oliver
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| sketch on my chalk board wall |
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| from memory. latest completed piece. |
