Tell me how
In the morning, when I awoke and trudged downstairs, I was carrying the burden of post-sleep heaviness, weighed down by the mantle of morning responsibilities — yet with one of heart's skylights cracked open to try to receive the fresh air of the morning's possibilities.
I thought of a song I wanted to hear. A woman's voice, it would be, quiet, and guide…
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