Sleeping, my wife is impossibly beautiful. Her arms, which are rivers in her waking hours, have entirely becalmed. Even at rest, that natural smile of hers graces her face. I stand over her for a few moments, watching the wan light of predawn play softly upon her closed eyes and cheeks. It has taken eons to reach this exact point of this morning, but it was worth it.
—Mitchell Hegman
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