Ah, the splendor of the sunrise . . . .
Fio awoke to a silent dawn filtered through the tangled branches of the large, old live oak just outside her east-facing window wall, and she rejoiced in the gift of a new day.
And she deserves it, after the harum-scarum of yesterday.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
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