Morning

The first morning.  Another morning.  Again and again.

Routines of banality.  The lynchpins of life.  Essential, unimportant.

Waking, washing, brushing, feeding, gathering, earning.

Again and again. 

How do they do it?  How do they breathe life into dud repeats?

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