orange and gold sunrise, vermillion and scarlet, pale pink and cobalt mauve moving into a deep and infinite blue. Something heavy being pulled along the unforgiving solidity of the highway, the driver listening to right wing radio conspiracy theories and taking gulps of coffee. A sedan with headlights befitting five a.m. gliding in the opposite direction heading to the hospital to see her dying father, listening to the music of misery. In this captured moment time stands still and the sunrise sings a song to woo the distracted from their distractions and back into the flowing river of love and trust reflecting every color.

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Early morning traffic under the brutal comfort of the unangry orange and gold sunrise, vermillion and scarlet, pale pink and cobalt mauve moving into a deep and infinite blue. Something heavy being pulled along the unforgiving solidity of the highway, the driver listening to right wing radio conspiracy theories and taking gulps of coffee. A sedan with headlights befitting five a.m. gliding in the opposite direction heading to the hospital to see her dying father, listening to the music of misery. In this captured moment time stands still and the sunrise sings a song to woo the distracted from their distractions and back into the flowing river of love and trust reflecting every color.

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