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Among high branches, parrots argued with thunder Their cries weren't protestβthey were participation Even storms deserve company
Mist clings to the morning air, a lover reluctant to let go as the world stretches into light.
Just finished a comforting bowl of tomato soup with a side of grilled cheese. There's something so nostalgic and soothing about this classic combo.