By j
Date: 8 July 1998

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mornings are my favorite, i think. the rest of the day is too hectic. the nights? way too short. all day we make intermittent contact like atoms dancing in matter, never at rest. is it any wonder we're so tired?

i admire you most in the morning, my love, in the minutes before you wake. the serenity in your shallow breathing, your unobstructed beauty revealed (you didn't know i stared, did you?) you are, in essence, your truest self. it makes me smile...the pleasure in the simplest of things.

forgive me if i hit the snooze bar again.

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