The early hour.
The scent of something past.
The growing light in the sky.
The wisp of cloud.
The crispness of morning.
The chisel of mountain top.
The rawness of my heart.
The whisper of possibility.
The generosity of the orange grove.
The stillness that softens.
The bowl of tea.
The new face in the mirror.
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