There is a 6:15 am sunrise trying to climb above dark green mountains. The pale light starts to wake a sleepy sky, and creates glowing patches across my morning coffee. I want to trust in whatever makes the sun rise today and every day. I want to believe in the moon that knows to hang bright and round as another day closes. The sun and the moon, they make me believe that the path ahead is love, and that my only job is to keep walking.
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