The one after Monday

Tuesday gently wakes the man. Tuesday, who has entered, robed in clouds of silver. With a voice like rain, whispers, “Wake, child. I have come to welcome you. I am He, your New Day”. And such a thunder did run through the man, for he rose from his bed, and gave thanks to his New Day.

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