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| Birdsong tumbled from the trees, choral blossom on my roof, it overflowed and filled the air between the houses, a tumultuous "good morning" that reminded me of You. You know, time can be both lead-weighted and wing-swept, but as the daylight bustled through my windows and the birds went wild in greeting, i met this morning halfway home to you. |
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| *image: ernest varner |