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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
Someday I’ll have my own air conditioner.
Mom and her youngest enjoying the new greenery added to the nest this morning.
I was reminded of one of my favorite artists, Yayoi Kusama, when this dragonfly stopped by.
We were preening then simultaneously fell asleep while preening.
Post-rain: sidewalk under hawks’ nest no longer looks like an artist splash and dash.
NYC thunder/lightning/hail/heavy rain storm aftermath…
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