Some mornings I have to wait for the breeze to blow the wispy clouds out of the way and then the rays of the sun are on my face.
Sometime I have to get on up to get out from under the shade tree and feel the warmth of the sun.
Sometimes I discover that there is a really heavy rock pushing me down and I have to reach up with my strong arms and push it off my head.
Sometimes I even have to call for help to find my way out of the cave.
No matter what, the sun is always there, doing its thing.
Sure am glad for that.
sarah
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