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Saturday, June 18, 2011

Vacation Weekend
Everyday feels like Saturday
That wide open space of a day.
The hours spreading out leisurely
Between sleeping late
And reading late.
Time measured
In breathtaking moments
Between still heartbeats.
Time measured in breathing out
And breathing in.
A second to catch your breath
And think- "What day is it?"

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