Solitary mornings, awakening early, before the sun decides to rise.
Jumping into a reverie, beginning to cultivate an effervescent energy.
Calming nerves, touching the inside of life with an intense needle of unkempt quaff.
Realizing the antiquity of yesterday, playing it constantly with a rhythm set up from birth.
Contemplating justice in forms of pious endeavors, placating feelings of peaceful yesterdays.
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