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Slow Sunday morning

A wet world through windows

Peaceful pleasure.

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A flurry of grey
Bare trees in glowing sunrise
Dozen squirrels play.

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Coffee and instant yeast
Best for an early rise
Code and cinnamon buns.

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Squirrels crunch the last acorns
My loves sleep while the day wakes
Cherished silence and fragility.

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Staring through the morning

Sunshine through the curtains

Cicadasong through the trees.

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