Rainy April days.
African Violets.
A night at the symphony.
Two preening mourning doves.
Time to cook.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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