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Small World

Each morning has its own look and feel, it’s own little something that stands it apart from those that have been and those that have yet to break. Today I stepped out into a velvety autumn dawn, my feet silent as they touched the leaves beneath them, and my head grazing the mist that framed the street. Such are the mornings I love. And I love them because they turn the world into a quiet, intimate place, in which everything seems possible, and everyone appears as a perfectly-cast player. Yet perhaps that is always the case, and it just takes fallen leaves and a fallen sky to reveal the obvious.

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