Some mornings - it’s like walking into a painting.
Into a world of someone else’s imagination…someone other’s creation.
Some mornings - I wake from that dream.
And find that this story I’m living - is my own.
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Some mornings - it’s like walking into a painting.
Into a world of someone else’s imagination…someone other’s creation.
Some mornings - I wake from that dream.
And find that this story I’m living - is my own.
As I pondered the many many ways I might say:
’I LOVE YOU’
I concluded that no words could possibly say it better than this.
At first - I didn’t recognize it for what it is.
Has it been THAT long? I wondered.
And then…..of course.
It’s nothing other than a good ol’ fashioned barn dance.