Small moments of awe:
Mist, moving slowly across a dawn field, shafts of the sun not yet strong enough to disperse it's gloom. A red winged blackbird rises out of the field, into the light, singing.
Mist, moving slowly across a dawn field, shafts of the sun not yet strong enough to disperse it's gloom. A red winged blackbird rises out of the field, into the light, singing.
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