Organic tissue fills the scene with a moment's clarity. The observations of the many stand stoically, like a testament to all who came before, yet never understood. And in the corner of that climate, the rich and small belief huddles against the wall of disposition. What flavors could be found among them, what undue praise could be undone? It's a vain assumption to think that anything that's been done before can automatically be done again. Life is not so easy. And with that I descend again into the open mouth of strange encounters. My mind steeled against the imperative, ready, willing, and stable. The road on which I tread may not be the one less traveled, yet it takes me to a place I've never been. It is that new and ultimately free expression that allows me to once again expand my horizon. And arriving at that thought I can see in the distance the colors of sunrise. Those yellows and oranges split by the prism of a low-arching sun. The shades are bright, yet their intensity leaves much to desired. The rays are young, both in hours and in years. Soon the days will grow longer, and their shine will grow accustomed to the schedule of the day. I too will keep my eyes trained upon this progression.
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