the bright
white sun
sits like
a candle on
the shelf of
this sweet
blue sky
morning. it's
a wonderful
thing to
witness,
and be alive
and have
so much to
be thankful
for.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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