The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta April 30, 2020 2

Above the sound of rain, buzzy calls of warblers. The young turkey who’s been hanging around wanders out of the woods, looking bedraggled.

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nancymariedavis
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Enjoying your words.
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks.

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