Crows guard the portal into morning magic.
 Knee high waves on a 50 shades of gray kind of day.
 Head high day near the most northwestern part of the US. Shared the waves with dolphins, stellar sea lions and puffins.
 The quiet of this island is growing on me.
 Prudence naps under the cello as I practice, even during the loudest most percussive moments. Wish we could trade places.
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