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Morning. My window open the new days view in front of me So bright the birch, fresh burnished by the sun standing in front of the lichened wall. the hanging bird feeder, full of grains, waits for the birds that rarely come. the cats who reign here have exiled or killed them all
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
Morning without Birds
Morning. My window open the new days view in front of me So bright the birch, fresh burnished by the sun standing in front of the lichened wall. the hanging bird feeder, full of grains, waits for the birds that rarely come. the cats who reign here have exiled or killed them all
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Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
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