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I wanted to sit and watch the sun come up in all of its red glory.
It did not disappoint me.
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I stood and watched from the corner where the ancient tobacco shed used to stand.
There was a haze like a faint fog that graced the horizon.
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My one ridge neighbor brought his son out to the cross roads to meet the bus.
I reflected on what it may be like in the dead of winter...and then let that thought pass.
This morning was warm ~ like an Indian Summer.
I thought.
Enjoy it while it lasts.
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When I at last went back home ~~
My husband said to me...
*Well was it worth it?*
I sighed and nodded.
Of course it was.
Dawn and sunset are the most beautiful times of the day.
No matter what season it is.
I felt complete.
I felt whole.
I felt happy.
All because I was able to stand and watch the sun begin my day.
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