A cloudless morning. The squeaky chatter of winter finches, so forlorn on an overcast day, now seems like the sound of happiness itself.
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A cloudless morning. The squeaky chatter of winter finches, so forlorn on an overcast day, now seems like the sound of happiness itself.
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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.