There's something hopeful about dawn. Though it is the same sun, it appears new. Though you are in the same place, it feels different. Like a promise. A promise of something better.
Evelyn has an inkling. As the sun grows with brightness, so too does this inkling grow. It is an inkling of hope. And as the light of the dawn is cast upon every crack and crevice, the hope of this new day spreads throughout her body, lifting her feet forward.
There was a time
When willows weeped
But all was contained in a season,
A season of lamentation and sadness.
But now the dawn has come
Bringing warmth and honey,
A new season
Of hope and gladness.
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