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romantic crows. one of them was chasing the other. the other was playing hard to get; moving from one lamp post to the next, waiting until the pursuer got near. and when he got there, he sang to her. clucked love songs. and he would inch closer and closer and she wouldn't move. until he got close enough to kiss her. then would be when she spread her wings and flew to the next street lamp.
between the index finger and thumb, i capture the sun.
maybe the worst is over
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five:fifty-ish this morning. camera phone. beautiful. and ofcourse, my sun rise anthem is playing.