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the tipping point of dawn like a boomerang returning but flying just beyond the reach of your outstretched fingers as the morning proceeds in unostentatious yellow the bright hem of a dark skirt of clouds above the eastern horizon concealing credit for the accomplishment and only reveling humbly in the golden changing of the night into day of the day into many days of the summer season suddenly into awareness of yellow autumn coming to cool and calm your dreams prepare you for winter and the long dark of the distant sun like that boomerang then having sailed infinitely far and a pendulum that inevitably returns
the tipping point of dawn like a boomerang returning but flying just beyond the reach of your outstretched fingers as the morning proceeds in unostentatious yellow the bright hem of a dark skirt of clouds above the eastern horizon concealing credit for the accomplishment and only reveling humbly in the golden changing of the night into day of the day into many days of the summer season suddenly into awareness of yellow autumn coming to cool and calm your dreams prepare you for winter and the long dark of the distant sun like that boomerang then having sailed infinitely far and a pendulum that inevitably returns