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"Looking into the Morning"

In-between the green of trees, a sun rises, obscured by a block of fence. Entranced in the middle of departure and arrival, a woman watches; underneath her chin, gradient cast by the dawning light defied the closed window to magically clothe her in a similar hue. Restrained by the seatbelt, but propped up by a sublime feeling wafting in spaces isolating the shades of receding dusk and the soft luminance of ascending rays, the entranced poise of the sedentary female figure, her black hair neatly stacked in a single bunch, entices any watcher to, hand-in-hand with a vista of unnameable emotions, experience the weight of waiting. Regardless of the unsettling pleasure conflicting any viewer determined to trace the complete outline of her full hair merging with the black inner roof obstructing the sky, the solid blue package resting on her lap, seems to cast shades on the dashboard but not on the mirrors reflecting shadows.

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I love this Concordance column so much. and this particular edition 😩 <3

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Wonderful again

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I'm really enjoying your work through this newsletter, Emmanuel. Please keep it up!

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Thanks Rob.

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