Sitting in the direct morning view no letter escapes my sight and the relative space enfolds me completely. I cope, I heed the differences and I begin to make marks containing my day Nocturnally. Repeated is the volume that seeks me and I recall the patterns of this day’s turn. Making straight the current I enfold my power more adequately for ease.. Raven SuSane
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