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Atchafalaya AtchafalayaAtchafalaya by *JohnReuben
The sun was a shattered tangerine colored dish that hang in the center of the golden morning. It glowed warmly, as if heaven had smiled down on you and said, “It’s a new day, another chance to change to get it right.” I mirrored the dawn’s smile; was thankful for the chance to put yesterday behind me, to begin again. The new light seemed like the memory of a good friend. it slid around me, teased me with the promise of a warm embrace, then pulled away from me as I reached out to touch it. In that instant I couldn’t
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Okay, I admit it. I want to be the roast beef on a Lisa Bonet  Cree Summers sandwich! ebony pencil on some cold pressed rag paper. My first (...and currently my only) Daily Deviation |
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