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I woke up this morning. there was something in the air; it smelled like hope. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of coffee beans roasting down the street. above the observatory a random cloud spiraled up like one of those ribbons of steam one sees when you tilt the kettle to fill your cup.

Now can I turn this distracted mind around. Will it let me dream and rediscover and recover my energy, my creativity, all the things that made me happy.

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