You can't see me but I am in the morning.  This section of the day, that small in-between sliver before the day cracks around me and what I believe could be possible shrinks and pulls back.  I love this part.  It feels like mine.


Jayne Martin said…
This is exactly how I feel about mornings, too.
All the words are in the perfect order in this. Not one out of place.

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