I don't know, but on mornings like this I find myself wondering about it. The sun has yet to rise, which it is supposed to do. It feels pretty pure out there, but not completely pure. You know, I don't think that we always want completely pure–sometimes you need a little of something else in you that gives you a little bit of strength that pure things don't. Sometimes I'm sad, and sometimes I say Hooray before sunrise, I say Hooray for little bits of other things in me and you.

It should be light already, but it's not. The sky is like a silver band, stronger than silver, and untarnished.

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