Branches of light lick the corners of the bed, as dawn brings us the morning sun. The imminent rhythm of early chores, preparing breakfast, coffee percolator popping, and the oven door closing till cranberry muffins are baked.
The inner single fireplace log sounds reluctant cracks as the icy wood meets the flame. No time to mince the splendor of the morning routine. Rise and shine.
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The Bag Lady 
I could almost feel the warmth and smell the coffee. Great imagery.
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Thank you, Regina.
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I wish I was there in the country listening to logs cracking 😊
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Me too!☺️
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