I love the sun
how it glitters on the sea, creating a shimmery river of golden sequins.
I love the sun
how it looks on the leaves outside the tree
the tree I can see from my dining table
the dining table that is always messy
I love the sun
how it makes me feel free when i walk beneath its warming embrace
how it never overpowers the wonderful cool air that enters my nostrils.
I love the sun
how it shines down on my mother's face. my beautiful mother who works too hard for a daughter who fights often with her. for a daughter who doesn't help much.
Thank God for the sun.

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