A marmalade dawn.

Crazy as the dawn comes inching its way over the petrified window sill – as the dawn looses its trusses and spreads its golden marmalade hair over the scrunched up hills and diabolical, rattlesnake opinions.

I am sitting in our mansion looking at the countryside – we really did make it!!!! Yes!!!

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