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Thanksgiving Day and my sweet black dog

wakes me just in time to see the miracle of

sunrise a stunning display of orange pink blue

on this morning, the dawn itself so ephemeral

that as I drift a moment or two, poof! the

brilliance has passed.  Left with what could

be termed normal if such a word applies to

anything as miraculous as morning, I rise

to make my tea and the dogs go out into

the yard as if no magic has occurred.

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