Heart on my sleeve
It’s incredible the privilege that people have, simply by being at the right place at the right time, or bottling their emotions in to please others. I’ve tried so hard. I guess I’m born to lose.
Morning symphony
It’s 6:20 in the morning and at least five roosters are crowing in my neighborhood. Their clarion voices are mingled with the drone of hundreds of doves, the buzz of hummingbirds, noisy grackles and the melody of mockingbirds. Wednesday is LIT in birdland.
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