Early, early, the dew forming drops to tease a parched earth.
Sleepy stars fading into their day beds to dream grand dreams of Super Novas and coal black skies.
Little critters on the prowl, safe for this moment in this magic hour.
Tattered clouds, dripping red fingers that point to a new dawn.
A lone bird sings only to me.
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