“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.”
-Ralph Waldo Trine
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Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Dove, Sweet Dove
A mourning dove serenaded me in song this past Sunday morning on my walk.
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