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New Days Memory

New Days Memory

Inspiration comes with the dawn of each day.

Awakens and lights my soul like the raise of the morning sun as it touches the bare ground. The light reveals all that is imperfect and out of sight hidden by the nights dark cloak. The light is warm, inviting and eliminates all that steps out of the shadows.

Ever renewed with the lessons of yesterday's mistakes, thrills of success, and memories of moments captured that fade with the passing of the night. Each day, each moment different from the one preceding it.

Its again that time to rise and assume the position I have been assigned. Eyes open, mind set on focus and body ready for motion. To rise from my self induced slumber out from the shadows and into the light.

Change ever present yet one thing remains constant. It's in every breath, every heart beat, every moment. It's there to be seen with the minds eye and felt with the soul in a passing smile, a song playing in the background to a shimmer of light in a glass of red merlot.

Your essence is in everything around me. Each day a gift just for me wrapped in thoughts and memories of you.

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