Friday, 3 May 2019


320. Sit in the dark. Wait for the break of day. Marvel at the sky sometime before sunrise. Then see how it grows pale at the approach of the sun. The neighborhood is silent save for a distant murmur of traffic on the by-pass. Suddenly the shrill call of a bird cuts through the early morning air. Unfold your legs, stand up, bow.

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