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Morning
Sun Morning
sun, through
sheer curtains, immersed
our bed in warm reflection, timeless
moment, vague
memory, calm
satisfaction, generous ease, place
without measure. Benign
begild, filtered
by curtains and trees, a
ballet across my walls, dresser,
chair with clothes, spilling
across the floor to my bed, a
sun pool where-in my love and I did swim. ~ Jim Desson ~
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