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rush
quickly sprint out the door
met with a surge of cool winter air
scent of buring wood alights on the morning wind
pause.
I stop rushing and take in the calmness of everything
the clouds slowly drift across the horizon
in a sky as blue as the ocean
with a yellow-white sun
a crow claoked in blackness

glides soothingly overhead
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