I didn't go far yesterday, down to the pond, then to the agriculture center. It was a clear, cool day, the Palm Warblers were spending a lot of time on the warm asphalt road.
Early in the morning, when the otters swim the creek. and the sun is in the cypress, There's no more a soul may seek. Climbing higher, ever higher, Til the forest seems to flame. For a single fleeting instant The world is not the same
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