morning ducks

we know somethings that are, and somethings that aren't. the most enchanting things are somewhere inbetween.

serenity is the sound of ducks beating their wings against fresh morning air.

it is the light of dawn that makes my room glow and sparkle while im still half asleep.

and i find it in the eyes of the lamb that nuzzles my hand and bleats while discovering new things.

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