Friday, May 3, 2024
The birds are deep in conversation each morning, calling back and forth to greet each day. A warm sun plays peekaboo with a gray sky and chilly wind. The water warms but is not yet warm. It is a time of this and that, of here but not quite now. It is a time of preparation, of setting the table. But soon the meal will be in full swing.
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