Here in your presence
I awake to the candle.
Sweet, "Nichole, wake up!"
I long for autumn...
For the crunching leaves and cold,
For apple cider.
The long day ahead
I cannot face without you
Go before me, Lord.
Africa, oh child,
England, Turkey, Tennessee.
So far away now.
As dark turns to light
I think about my strength class.
Humdrum and glory.
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