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I am at my best at early a.m. when I click the radio on and listen to NPR interviews of people from countries like Scotland, Nigeria, and Italy; not long ago I heard a Swede tell how he pickles Harbor seal meat,  and a day ago  a Mexican who was shot through the tailbone by a child with a .22 rifle argued  her country has pitiful accommodations for the handicapped. Learning of the Swede, Mexican, and slain seals liven me; and then the sun rises.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
National Public Radio: Sunrise
I am at my best at early a.m. when I click the radio on and listen to NPR interviews of people from countries like Scotland, Nigeria, and Italy; not long ago I heard a Swede tell how he pickles Harbor seal meat,  and a day ago  a Mexican who was shot through the tailbone by a child with a .22 rifle argued  her country has pitiful accommodations for the handicapped. Learning of the Swede, Mexican, and slain seals liven me; and then the sun rises.
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
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