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2003-07-23 - 7:36 a.m.

Morning, today, now

These mornings are what I miss the most -- sitting alone, the sky giving birth to sun, and the smell of the morning always the same, but always magnificent. Things are happening all around me; I actually find myself staring into the lives of people whom I only pass on the street.

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