Morning sights and sounds

Behind the constant chatter of birds I can hear the dulled thumps of a door closing. Soon the sun will break the pale purple horizon. A car engine rumbles and shrills in the distance. As the sound crescendos beyond the fence, the leaves at the top of the sycamore burst into rich green light.

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