I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill— William Blake.
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It’s been 2190 sunrises since then. Six years of mornings that showed up whether I was ready or not. The sun doesn’t care how you feel—it just rises. Steady. Quiet. Certain. Like you did. Some days I measure in hours. Some days I measure in you. None of
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It’s been 2190 sunrises since then. Six years of mornings that showed up whether I was ready or not. The sun doesn’t care how you feel—it just rises. Steady. Quiet. Certain. Like you did. Some days I measure in hours. Some days I measure in you. None of
owner: 34899062@N05
