The Morning Porch

September 4, 2009 by Dave Bonta

Thin fog at dawn. From the woods’ edge, the familiar two-syllable call of a scarlet tanager sounds suddenly very much like goodbye.

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Beadspiration

September 4, 2009 at 12:55 pm

This is a breath of fresh air. Thank you!
Dave Bonta

September 4, 2009 at 2:50 pm

Thanks for reading.

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