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Submitted:Jan 1, 2013    Reads: 3    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Fog sits outside the house

making it impossible to see.

The drizzle is collecting on the leaves and twigs.

Making little drops sprinkle to the puddles.

Inside isn't much warmer.

But the best part of the morning,

is blasting my favorite Deadmau5 song on the counter top.

The little things,

focus on the little things


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