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  • I was getting sucked in.

    Weighed down. Sleepless. Forgetful. Scatty.

    Always, I underestimate the power of my memories.

    As bad as the addict's bottle, they are.

    And every time I dabble I get hooked.

    As I said, "Enough".

    Ick.

    It makes me feel ill. Once the sweetness sours.

    And it sours. Always.

    So let's put this behind me.

    A new day rising.

    A new day always rises.

    Line drawn.
  • Photo - Literally a new day rising as I gazed over the marshes at Cley next the Sea, Norfolk, this past summer.
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