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03/18/10 - (1)
7:23
Having read that the official sunrise will be 7:14, This Thursday, March 18, in Lake Nebagamon, I awaken at 6:30, allowing myself adequate time To prepare for daybreak's uplifting advent, Our ancient star's celebration To fully unfold its brilliance, over the cold, still land.
Slouching on the sofa, I jot minutiae, on a notepad, Minute-by-minute descriptions of hue changes, Differentiating between pastel rose, gold, yellow, White, ivory, bleached peach, Marking the reach of light spreading westerly, As it engulfs the horizon, in incandescence.
Because of the slate-gray cloud cover Gathered above the pine trees lining Bumble's Bay, I struggle to detect the muted pool of blaze Where the sun must be and will breach. Finally, the solar eye rises fiery, At 7:23 — my official sunrise.
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