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It is the last of the night and the first light of the day brings wake-up time to the birds in the bushes; their songs, tentative at first the notes quiet and seeking take form, one with the other, questing and melding, point and counterpoint till the moment, when strong in will and together in purpose, the chorus swells the light brightens and together they bring the dawn to a full day
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
At First Light
It is the last of the night and the first light of the day brings wake-up time to the birds in the bushes; their songs, tentative at first the notes quiet and seeking take form, one with the other, questing and melding, point and counterpoint till the moment, when strong in will and together in purpose, the chorus swells the light brightens and together they bring the dawn to a full day
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
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