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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