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Do you remember that time of the morning when everything is very still, when the sun is just beginning its journey over the horizon? The birds are making their morning noises, and inside your home, in your room, everything in the half-light is beautiful to see. Reflections in the mirror appear soft and warm...vague and ethereal.In times of winter chill you want to stay in bed a little longer, but only until the crisp, cool morning air brings your room into focus. In the fall and spring you are anxious to leave your room, to be outside so you can smell the fragrant air and see the myriad colors of each sunrise. In the summer, you hear as well as feel the hazy warmth of your private world awaken. You wait a while longer for the day to brighten, just to be able to see your room change colors and to feel the heat of the world outside your window spread slowly into your room. I recall each of these sensations well as I stand at my window, eyes closed, breathing in the moisture laden air. Before I open my eyes, I wonder: 'Who will wander into my garden by the sea today?'
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