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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.
Evening light kissed the tops of the eucalyptus trees, their silhouettes graceful against the pink horizon, and cockatoos called loudly as day closed.