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Silence of early morning, interrupted by a bird.

I am guessing a magpie, but I do not know my bird sounds.

However, I am in the mood and mindset for guessing this morning.

Everything feels a little less harsh, where all the pieces of memories and sights and smells and thoughts infuse.

To make a misty hopeful feeling you imagine you could build with, like fantastic floating rocks.

This fairytale creation, fed from those first perfectly chosen stones.

Was it me that placed them there or was it the universe,

It must have been, I almost forgot!

Poem by Marianne Slevin