It's cute. There are birds singing outside, and the Goddess is repeating their song. She whistles to them through the open windows while she floats around the room, her challenged but in some ways flawless duckling trailing her every step of the way. It is a rare morning, and I am a very lucky man.
Last night, we watched as the blackness rolled in....
Last night, we watched as the blackness rolled in....



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