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Every dawn it’s own beauty, not yesterdays’ story not tomorrows. Just for today, I rise, breathe in deep. Each dawn it’s own power to hold till dusk. I must too, like it- rise, refract Light into waiting moments.

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Every dawn it’s own beauty, not yesterdays’ story not tomorrows. Just for today, I rise, breathe in deep. Each dawn it’s own power to hold till dusk. I must too, like it- rise, refract Light into waiting moments.

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[…] the day lends you her voice, sing in the silent beams of dawn, lean yourself on the face of light as it breaks the […]
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
IS—THAT FLOWER MADE WITH YARN???? 😀
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Suzette Benjamin thankyou so much for being here and always leaving behind a footprint of blessing.💜
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Thankyou so much Krish😃
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