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BKLYN
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"we fly at dawn"
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The Snowy Day
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the moon and stars ... just talkin'
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My Morning Guide for Many Years
RIP, Bob Edwards, host of NPR’s Morning Edition for almost 25 years.
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Superb Owl Sunday
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Fascinating to learn during the Super Bowl halftime ads that the NFL is working to bring traumatic brain injuries to Ghanaians and the rest of the globe.
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Willie: Evidence that God Loves Us
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After an illness, walking the dog | Jane Kenyon
Wet things smell stronger, and I suppose his main regret is that he can sniff just one at a time. In a frenzy of delight he runs way up the sandy road— scored by freshets after five days of rain. Every pebble gleams, every leaf. When I whistle he halts abruptly and steps in a circle, swings his extravagant tail. The he rolls and rubs his muzzle in a particular place, while the drizzle falls without cease, and Queen Anne’s lace and Goldenrod bend low. The top of the logging road stands open and light. Another day, before hunting starts, we’ll see how far it goes, leaving word first at home. The footing is ambiguous. Soaked and muddy, the dog drops, panting, and looks up with what amounts to a grin. It’s so good to be uphill with him, nicely winded, and looking down on the pond. A sound commences in my left ear like the sound of the sea in a shell; a downward, vertiginous drag comes with it. Time to head home. I wait until we’re nearly out to the main road to put him back on the leash, and he —the designated optimist— imagines to the end that he is free.
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Sunrise Valentines 📷
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Orange You Grateful for Orange(s)?Elm Street, Dallas
1942 📷Ancient DNA maps migration in the Roman EmpireLovers 📷Here goes 🌱One of the benefits of gardening in the South. January 27: tomatoes are sprouting and onions are planted.
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