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Just Mornings

In the middle of the night I wake up in cold sweat,

but my room is 100 degrees.

The grasshoppers are singing, and the air is stagnant.

Early Summer Mornings sounds like a beginning to a love story.

Early Summer Mornings are quiet.

Nothing more nothing less.

Quiet and still.

Enjoy it while it lasts.