Morning
I
have grown familiar with the morning sounds my house makes as I sit in
the Hawk's Nest to write. The east wall pops as the sun warms its
bones. The southern window snaps a bit as it relaxes into its frame for
the day after hours of standing rigid in the cold. The clock strikes
the hour and the half hour to remind me that there is a world beyond
this window.
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