Morning Post, April 26, 2016

On a perfect April day he woke up and dropped everything don’t know why it was just something in the air or that he’d been carrying too much too long and the internal system was to the point where it was willing to admit error just to save the ship so to speak and so he dropped everything every pretense and false burden and worry worry worry and all that he had so proudly carried and every false hope and then he heard the music and felt the meter and saw the colors of the Earth they set in with him and the aromas light as they were of the new season lifted like a distant horn and called him to relax remember and appreciate and trust and hope and expect. . .

copyright 2016

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