The Sun Rises

A crisp morning in June, a star was placing it's crown on the hills to the East.
He stood on a lakes edge facing the sun.
The water was calm reflecting a pale blue sky above.
Though piercing through the blue was a golden streak that could have been the suns reflection or the tears of an archangel pouring out from the earth.
It would have been beautifully depressing, yet the man stood unbent and unwaivering.
In that moment he knew, and I knew, that he was facing the entirety of the world.

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