It's 6:45 on a Friday morning in March and it's pitch black outside. Or maybe it only looks that way because I'm sitting in the kitchen with the lights on. I can see my windchimes through the kitchen window swinging gently back and forth in the morning breeze. It's weird that they're rocking side to side in unison, so that the dangling bits aren't
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