The day didn’t arrive all at once.
It came quietly—light finding its place along the horizon.
From where I stood, nothing was asking anything of me yet.
I still believe forward is the only direction worth walking.
Before The Day Begins
The day didn’t arrive all at once.
It came quietly—light finding its place along the horizon.
From where I stood, nothing was asking anything of me yet.
I still believe forward is the only direction worth walking.
The Long Record 
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