bright cold
A luminous early morning - clouds break up; sun breaks through,
bright and beaming - hope. It hurts my eyes.
I water our young trees again, though it’s barely above freezing. My
wet hands hurt from the cold, but it’s done.
A luminous early morning - clouds break up; sun breaks through,
bright and beaming - hope. It hurts my eyes.
I water our young trees again, though it’s barely above freezing. My
wet hands hurt from the cold, but it’s done.
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