The early morning sun rises on the south Texas skyline.

Around me, I hear everything; voices, beeping, the soft croon of Her Voice.

What a world I exist in! I eagerly look forward to life!

I indulge myself in the pleasures of coffee shops and dog-ears,

of early morning sessions with the sun and my Father and the whispers of the wind.

It is here where I am free and my soul rejoices.

I find hope in leather-bound books, in worlds carefully crafted by dreamers and those unafraid to write.

What artisans of freedom could be unlike that of a bird?

The early morning sun rises on the south Texas skyline, and the birds take flight.

It is here, in my endless string of thoughts, that I join them.

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