At 5:15 this morning, Vinnie and I--in the back yard, courtesy of his earlier demanding "woofs" that I GET UP and take him outside--listened to the choral warm-ups of finches, robin, sparrows, and more. Venus hovered above the maple-across-the-alley's branches, her clear light dimming with the rising sun. To my naked eyes, she appeared to be an
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