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AURIELA'S BLOG

November 30, 2007


It is 6:30 am. From my deck, I am watching the most glorious sunrise over the San Francisco Bay. Every possible color is splashed across the morning sky, from deep magenta to mauve, to violet, to luminous pink. The clouds are feathered like a fan and the sky is of the deepest, most sensuous blue.

I breathe it in, all of it, and I think about my mother.

Has she ever gasped at a sunrise like this one? Has she ever been moved to tears by the shee...

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