The bubbling song of a wren in the half-dark makes it suddenly half-light. From now till blue noon, everything else is a footnote.
The view from my front porch first thing in the morning, in 140 or fewer characters.
The bubbling song of a wren in...
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(Of course I’m no prophet, I just waited till almost noon to write this!)