beauty
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As I say Good Morning to the rising sun,
I walk in awe as she sings her song. The warmth of her words find their way over hills and through cracks, preparing the earth for another day. Hello, she says so lightly I can only hear but a gentle breeze. I smile back in return as we exchange glances…
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I had come to California to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom and at which I believed above all things, love. (My version of Moulin Rouge)
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