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Mornings

mornings are my quiet time. an hour of just reclining on the couch, focusing on a higher realm within the virtual landscape of my mind. silence is afforded me via the stillness of the voices in my head (perhaps still asleep, for once they awake, their cacophony is quite maddening), though complete silence of the environment i physically inhabit is not afforded nor even possible really. the house groans, the wind howls, the tree leaves rustle, the rain tinkles the window glass, and the bird seems to think it's a good time for conversation (though i neither understand not speak bird languages), but these blends of sounds are welcomed visitors to my contemplative time of day.

smileyfacelunchbox smileyfacelunchbox 56-60, M May 5, 2010

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