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Only the breeze disturbs my day. It strokes my cheek, and whisks through the leaves like a handheld brush. Everything else is mechanical. Bubbles for the jacuzzi arrive by pump. Whines of planes and growls of trucks corrupt the eloquent breeze. Look...a hawk! Wide feathered wings full-out, body mottled, it dips above the yard next door, then glides behind a roof.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
I Look to the Blue, See Wrens in a Flying Dive to the Eucalyptus
Only the breeze disturbs my day. It strokes my cheek, and whisks through the leaves like a handheld brush. Everything else is mechanical. Bubbles for the jacuzzi arrive by pump. Whines of planes and growls of trucks corrupt the eloquent breeze. Look...a hawk! Wide feathered wings full-out, body mottled, it dips above the yard next door, then glides behind a roof.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
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