Faint mist in the woods as last night’s frost burns off in the sun. At the edge of the meadow, birds scold something hidden in the weeds.
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Faint mist in the woods as last night’s frost burns off in the sun. At the edge of the meadow, birds scold something hidden in the weeds.
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Good Morning, James. This is lovely. I am almost there, watching those birds.
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Hi Doreen. I’m not sure who James is, but I’m glad this resonated with you. Thanks for stopping by.