it is dark
soft clear peals of birdsong come
chattering through the open windows
the air is cool…I am chilly
walking to my desk with the scent of coffee brewing
a
wave of my hand and there is light
it is dark
soft clear peals of birdsong come
chattering through the open windows
the air is cool…I am chilly
walking to my desk with the scent of coffee brewing
a
wave of my hand and there is light
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