The cloud ceiling briefly switches to faint pastels: sunrise. One yammering nuthatch and, from down in the hollow, a screech owl’s soft trill.
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The cloud ceiling briefly switches to faint pastels: sunrise. One yammering nuthatch and, from down in the hollow, a screech owl’s soft trill.
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lovely moment to mark the last day of 2023.
Blesssing of peace and love to you, and may love and kindness increase for you and all of us in 2024
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All the best to you as well, Susan. “May we somehow survive 2024” is about as optimistic as I can be at the moment. Hopefully that will change for the better, though. Thanks as always for reading.