The sky is a canvas, and the colors appear to bring the night as if swept on my brushes. Blended to perfection, never the same hue or placement twice. I have photographs and unfinished paintings from each morning, never able to finish for it rises too quickly. I'm up before dawn, and when I say up, I mean I can open my eyes and actually focus. I
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You know that both you and I think quite often about paths. You can't retract but everyone wonders about different paths that could have been taken at any point in time. It's not a bad thing, those thoughts. The only thing you can't do is look back. When you learn to love and live to learn, that is peace.
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Peace comes with it's challenges, though. Everything has bridges you must cross and walls you must climb. Of course it's not bad, perhaps it helps you find your own path.
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i'll be seeing you soon.
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Very soon, in fact.
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I'll see you tomorrow, Maggie.
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Likewise, Jacob.
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