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We are one of many forgotten gods. We are the god of early morning dew, sunrise over a fog covered earth, watercolor, and herbal tea.

We are the dawn of a new day. A lightening sky without the harsh sun. Quiet mornings on a front porch with a warm cup of tea in your hands. We are a soft wash of grays and blues blending together. A puddle on white paper. The ring left behind by a lifted mug.

We are one of many forgotten gods. But in those fleeting moments where we are found, there is no denying our religion.

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