A cloudless morning. The squeaky chatter of winter finches, so forlorn on an overcast day, now seems like the sound of happiness itself.
The view from my front porch first thing in the morning, in 140 or fewer characters.
A cloudless morning. The squeaky...
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Oh, Dave… haven’t been around here in a while. lovely. first cloudless day here in a while, too. going out to listen to birds.