morning break dawn rhythm. tumble house, new paint. warm bones of this house, warm bones it has. fumbled history and aching stories seeped into the walls. little baby gurgles dribble up the stairs. so the world is new. so the heart is round. so the river that carries me is married to more than just the sun. it follows from the moon, sometimes, too. and today now, all i know is morning break dawn rhythm.

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