morning jog

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I sit down on the edge of a cliff. The sun rising slowly, all the hues and colors mixing together, making something beautiful. I let my thoughts wonder to the light spring breeze I feel nudging my back, the sweet smell of the beautiful yellow sunflowers. I hear the fruit bats going to sleep packing up from their hunt last night. I feel the gravel underneath me hard and sharp, yet so small it does not hurt. I wonder how all this happened and how I was so lucky to be in this universe with such beautiful wildlife and nature. I wonder what other planets are like and think about the small yet big things in life. The places beyond our reach and the things on earth that we still find mysterious. 

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