As the morning bells ring their honey-glazed tune
I wake up as the calm, warm subtle night washes away by the overpowering sun's rays
The morning air is crisp and clean as I poke my head out my dusty shutters
The morn is here
I must settle in to the bustle of the people driving their chaotic cars
The soft hum of the passing wind brushes against my bed-ridden face
The morning birds are singing
Life is in motion
Dawn is here
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