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new day
Solitary dew drop perched precariously on my bike handle bar -
parting gift of the night to the new day. a brand new day. you
can do nothing less than fly around lightly in the lazy morning rays of
the sun so far. yeah fly. fly straight to the sun, if
it would last. one look at the last dew drop, the last honey
dew drop before it vaporized into the day... enough to make me ride out.
head out in the disappearing wake of dew drops. . |
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you ask me, this is how you do the dew! |
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