Never Again

…will the real have to be produced.

Twice a week during the summer I try to get up really early to pedal to the lake to watch the sunrise. This only works on clear days, because there is enough moisture in the air to smear the rays breaking over the horizon across the sky in pinks, oranges and reds so liquid  that you could just put traces against their grain in them with your fingernails, all seamlessly run together in breath-like suspension…

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