As far back as I can remember I’ve been watching raindrops collect and fall, splash and splatter, appear and disappear, moving in some unrecognizable pattern as they slide down a soaked window. It doesn’t matter...
Golden rays and the light blue glow of a waking morning sky is but a distant thought as a proud, territorial rooster begins to crow. The bird’s familiar call rings out over open land beckoning...
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