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“The sun has not caught me napping in 30 years.” -Thomas Jefferson
(But that’s when niggas was usin' candles n shit!) – A friend of mine
Regardless, the man, now deceased was a man of action. Up and at ‘em even before the sun rose. He had shit to do (hasty steps).
And what a beautiful image “To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.” It evokes scenes of a sun-fire-clad demigod striding confidently forward into the embrace of the golden light, a deep blue sky behind and above him, with a lush emerald carpet beneath his feet.