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Wake-Up Can you call a dawn peremptory? Maybe it blows in on a warm south-wind that whispers concord, meadows spreading lush and ample as your wishes. But see, behind the rising sun, a stain of yesterday. Some victim of omission, a small request that slipped your mind. Unswallowed medicines, unanswered call from a brother you've neglected too long. Diamond, the hard dawn.