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That Slow Sunrise
If sleep were a real verb,
it would have its meaningful effect.
Those who challenge the night
fear not the sun shining in the dark.
Some nights, mercifully and eventually,
fade into a slow dawn.
Ellespeth
That Slow Sunrise (A Poem)
Views From A Poet 
A wonderful way to see the plight of the sleepless ones! I do love the birds that start singing at 4:30 a.m., they are my alarm that the sun will be up soon…bed or no bed? Sweet dreams to you.
Patti
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I’m looking at the time 😦 Thank goodness tomorrow brings nothing that must be done – or should I say today? Hahaha! Himself keeps walking into the study yawning and attempting to help me tire 😛 Wait for the birds!
BTW – no no! That is prose -Echoes of Sadness. I don’t know if I could actually live through that 😦
Ellespeth
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I got that now, but my feelings are the same about it. Let’s email when you can…
hugs too,
Patti
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Yes, let’s email…perhaps I should work more on this. We will be camping soon and then David will be in Copenhagen for a month. I can see what I can do with this. It’s scary for me 😛
Ellespeth
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I will do everything I can to support your going forward.
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Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. I will work hard and I will try to understand the na ne na ne noo noo parts. I’ll read up on it and your work as well. I’m such a scatter brain 😛
Ellespeth
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hahahahaha
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