Through the window I see the morning, warming up slowly like a toast that promises nutrition and flavors, rising up to the world. It has come after a long night and its golden hue, bathed up with cries of young children, is urging beings, like a lover come over from a long journey, to get up and notice. Somewhere the green on the leaves is breaking into a yellow, and while bringing more colors to the universe, the sunlight is boasting of what her absence could do to the trees.


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