This is always my favorite part of the day, when the world is quiet and asleep. I poured myself a cup of coffee and took it out to the porch to watch the sunrise. I have done this thousands of times and the ghosts of summers pasts accompanied me. Some of those ghosts were not welcome guests. They reminded me of my shortcomings and mistakes. And, some of those ghosts were welcome friends reminding me of my younger self, my children when they were little, and the friends who have come and stayed with us at the summerhouse over the many summers.
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