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Thinking about the word yes this morning. It is early. The birds chirp. Should there be more sky in this picture, or more of that thinking green? It is only so often that the morning calls for this hazy contemplation – for me at least. Each breath of smoke only only carries the lift of the Surgeon General’s warning. It is time to sleep. Is it also time to dream?