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Sunrise. It grants flowers permission to bloom. It's the only time a patch of grass can glisten beneath a translucent cloak of liquid sky and turn into a field of emeralds. Some mornings, when the moon hangs full and won‘t release its claim on the sky, you can find yourself caught in a battle between night and day. Centering yourself between the balance of strength felt while both sun and moon are still visible on opposite ends of the horizon is one of the most powerful energies you can tap into. Sunrise. Dreams can affect reality during those first moments of light. Remember your dreams at dawn and watch them come true or change your day. Adjusting your internal clock to go off at sunrise can mean the difference between a day that got away from you and one that you seized and made your own. Sunrise. It starts out perfect. Free from the day’s first sin, it’s God’s way of offering us the chance to begin again. It’s the only time of day He’s been known to make an appearance. No other moment is as pure. Sunrise. Here for a moment. Gone for eternity. Grab on while you can. ** #957633 Not An Image **
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