The morning

Whether golden or grey

Is always full of promise

be it city sounds or sea

Or the still mountain

The morning is new

The morning is hope

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First there was a black president, then came a woman and a “radical” who may take the seat. It was too much for them, they had to March on Washington, to protest. A fragile, collected group of rich old men who grapple with their fleeting power. They are holding a sit in at the White House, but don’t worry, we are strong in numbers and in our hearts and they will give up (or die) soon enough.