The sun is but a morning star.
~Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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| There is a robin sitting on a nest on my front porch. You can almost see her through the curtain opening. |
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| The front porch as the sun climbs into the sky for the day. |
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| The front garden, bathed in morning light. |
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| One of my garden angels, illuminated by the morning rays. |
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