mornings.

i've expressed this before: i absolutely love mornings. i adore the rest that takes place in the night and the promise of a fresh start. i enjoy the crispness and the utter calm of early morning. undisturbed. untouched. so pure you almost don't want to touch it - like fresh fallen snow. but it does get touched and sometimes marred. and still, the morning always comes again as promised - as if nothing has happened the day before. and in that there is newness.

i adore:

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