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Early Morning

The mornings I leave home as or before the sun peaks above the hills I feel as though I am a part of a secret the rest of the city is missing.

It is a quiet stillness in colors, orange and red.

Early Morning

The mornings I leave home as or before the sun peaks above the hills I feel as though I am a part of a secret the rest of the city is missing.

It is a quiet stillness in colors, orange and red.

ramurphy

ramurphy

I’m a married, 30 something living in San Francisco. I spend my time eating well, getting together with friends, exploring new ideas and places, and reading wide into a variety of subjects. I love to learn and consider new ideas.

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