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Morning Silence

Dawn breaks. Fiery skies brighten the once darkened corners in the secret garden. Light cotton pajamas. Warm cup of tea. 3 year old by the side. Bare feet press upon freshly cut grass of the night before. Chirps of parents to babes echo through the yard. Squirrels stop to take us in then carry about their business. The momma rabbit hides in the push to assess our threat to her young. As we gingerly make way to the secret garden, she surmounts we are just passing through. Hand in hand, we reach our destination. Both sitting, feet up. A lap cuddle. Silence. The most perfect silence.


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