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they call morning the worst part of the day. they are the ones who stagger from bed, huddle over flasks of strong dark coffee and shiver in the cool morning air. they are the ones i used to envy, knowing that they complained about the early hour after a full night of sleep while i tossed and turned,… Continue reading ascent (150)


plants lined up, herbs and flowers - quick, clashing patches of dull-day colour. ----- small measure of a garden, tucked into little ceramics; sun-lit. ----- mini horizon day peeks through, lifting to the curtain: morning now.