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Morning Air

The morning air in Fall

washes me with joy.

It is cool & light

& invites me to breathe deeply.

There are no burdens dancing in the air,

there are no worries carried on the breeze,

no--only the solace of the new day,

the promise of moment by moment unfolding--

no expectations,

just curiousity--

what comes next?

A breath of air,

this is all I need.

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