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‘Fore day morning dark I lay awake contemplating my wolves.

Somewhere in the darkness a tree has lost its footing and tumbled down.

Finally a promise to myself I was able to keep.

In the air just a hint of Christmas.

Each breath a simple prayer of gratitude.

Saturday morning ~ fresh air and friends give my week a blessing.

At the door the little dogs tumble out to greet me.

Edging towards winter the shorter days seem longer.

I am frozen ~ stopped in my tracks and unable to move.

Worn to a nub ~ I look outside and the sunshine is missing.