Morning has broken into tiny increments throughout the day,
giving each particle it's time in sunshine for a while to
bask in it's warmth.
The same procedure will apply, casting night upon particles
of time in measures of meaning and definition, placating
the essence of both day and night.
Giving equal time upon earth, allowing people all over the
world to choose the time they prefer, no matter what it may
be, a choice of each individual.
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