The Morning Porch

July 3, 2022 by Dave Bonta

Overcast at sunrise. The woodpeckers’ percussive breakfasts. A mosquito wanders over my propped-up feet.

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Susan Spivack

July 3, 2022 at 9:44 am

perfect for this morning. love the woodpecker’s “percussive breakfast.” thanks

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