Morning, breaking

I’m hardly what you would call a morning person. The whole idea of getting out of bed with the proverbial smile and song does nothing for me–I would sooner sleep until noon, nap at five p.m., and spend the small hours drinking coffee, talking about poetry, and generally enjoying the pleasures of a bohemian life.

So I’m a bit surprised to be wide awake, at this time, writing. Ah well. Good morning indeed.

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