DAY 61 - THE LITTLEST THINGS

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THE LITTLEST THINGS


It was that kind of morning, when
pint-sized things were grand things.
The gentlest sky was unbearably blue, 
birds trilled intricate symphonies 
from the backyard,
sunlight glinted off last night's snow.
Fresh & clean, the air smelled faintly 
of coffee beans roasting at Dunn Bros 
around the corner. It was all 
perfectly perfect,
flawlessly flawless,
superbly superb.


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