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just sitting here waiting for the sunrise, it’s between the light and the dark at the moment, very peaceful and relaxing. Not night but almost day, even and balanced for that brief moment. We get eighty laps or so around the sun if we’re lucky,  mine have been a blur and somewhat of a waste so far.  I’ve led a very unbalanced life, Staggering to and fro with no direction except the constant circle around the sun of man. You are that moment in time to me, neither one or the other, that moment before the moon and her cohorts give way to the brightness of day. That brief moment of just being.  Thank you for that 

Id like to think i shall find her somewhere in big sky country, in a quaint small used book store. Sitting in an oversized high back chair, reading an older anne rice novel, menoch the devil perhaps. Her legs not long enough to reach the floor, gently swing to the rhythm of my heart beat. The setting western sun fading behind the rockies shines through the transit she sits under, highlighting her elegance even more. Id imagine a sun rise in heaven wouldnt be much more to look at. Finally someone to share my almond joy with.