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The morning arrives, silver sky, warm temperatures, the wind soft.

I start the day with dark thoughts, I want to justify this thinking.

The darkness surely has its’ allure.

I do well for a while, but inevitably I find a dark cave, crawl in, and

lick my sores.

The wounded animal in me will survive as long as the “better angels” do.

Let me see this life, let me see myself with honesty and clear vision.

The wounded animal and the better angels are not opposites.

They are the ingredients that create oneness, and the harmony of the

universe.