Now comes a dawn crammed full of birdsong

Now comes a dawn crammed full of birdsong

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– of riches beyond imagining. Cloth-eared – running – scared, monumental in the grey dawn’s cloth-eared light, transandental yet inconsequential, it rotates endlessly, effortlessly, stupidly, towards tomorrow.

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