A Self-Imposed Silence

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The morning sun creeps up the wall of cloudy blue until it peeks through branches.

I sit in my art room in silence.

Eyes squint from the glare of new beginnings, a day fresh with possibilities.

I could fill these moments with music or ramblings of what I want, but the silence seems raw and pure and altogether lovely.

Too lovely to waste on worrying about what has not come my way.



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