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But for Now

Some fine day when we go walkingWe’ll take time for idle talkingSharing every feeling as we watch each other smileI’ll hold your hand you’ll hold my handWe’ll say things we never had plannedThen we’ll get to know each other in a little whileBut for now let me say I love youLater on there’ll be time…

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How Much Alive

“It matters not where or how far you travel—the farther commonly the worse—but how much alive you are.” — Henry David Thoreau Sitting outside, listening to birdsong in the magic hour before the world shook the cobwebs off, I watched a couple of large birds fluttering tree-to-tree. I wondered at them, thinking perhaps pileated woodpeckers…

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Chickadee Advice

In the golden hour before the dawn the black-capped chickadees talked amongst themselves, adding more and more high-pitched “dee-dee-dee’s” to their song the closer I walk to them. I’m the intruding loner early in the morning and this is their warning to each other. I may live here, but this isn’t my backyard—it’s always belonged…