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Calliope watches puddles dance with a steady stream of drops. “… quenching the thirsty.”
Henny rests in an awareness that her field trip is held captive until the weather shifts.
Thalia delights in cardinals, chickadees, and finch darting betwixt cedar and feeder.
“It’s clear —” Nia counts four whitetails munching on fallen wild apples, “— that we’re falling into autumn.”
Only I change my life.
No one can do it for me.