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[drlynch]

it's one of those days when the reflection of the grey sky on the damp wet tile roofs seems brighter than the sky itself. a huge flock of birds keeps flying over crowing up a storm, going back and forth between somewhere and someplace else. and now the parakeets have awakened and seem to be gurgling happily instead of cackling at one another as they jockey for position.

just thought i'd share.