You hide behind your walls of maybe nevers, forgetting that there's something more than just knowing better

This morning I woke up at six and made my way into town about an hour later. I don't think I've been up that early since May. Well, at least not after a night of sleep. Everything looks different in the morning light. I like it that way.   

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