I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try,
one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the
morning.
B. Priestley
And many-a-times, when the warm softly glowing morning sunlight gently creeps onto my window sill, I find one bit of that ethereal magic. A few enchanting moments spent with that fleeting magic, and I am filled with hope, with a warm feeling of possibility, all ready to make one more start...
B. Priestley
And many-a-times, when the warm softly glowing morning sunlight gently creeps onto my window sill, I find one bit of that ethereal magic. A few enchanting moments spent with that fleeting magic, and I am filled with hope, with a warm feeling of possibility, all ready to make one more start...
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