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The sun warms the sky and
dark silhouettes become trees.
Small shapes by the road become people huddled together - waiting.
Light shines on sleepy bodies and everything with breath begins to move. Slowly at first. Now quickly.
To school.
To work.
Songs and rushing wind fill the air.
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Comments (2)
I like how this feels like the slow waking up of the world, bit by bit 👏🏾
I especially like this line, "Songs and rushing wind fill the air." Nice job!