Metaphorical Sunrise
Day 187, 86-101
Dr. Sunshine
7/8/20231 min read
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The eastern sky, above, was cloaked in fog this morning. Fortunately, the less tended portion of our garden is rich with wild flowers, and there just happened to be a single pink flower surrounded by a sea of blue:
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Looks kind of like a sunrise, no?