Poetry ...
This morning a robin perched on my window is making me happy ...
Small, with his jumping at the foot of, the clever and curious dark eyes, sharp beak and the end of the characteristic red-breasted copper source of legends and inspiration of his name.
A small example of perfection in the scheme of the infinite ..
Friday night was the sweet smell of the air and yet so tangible and almost chewy,
snowflakes coming down soft and crumbly on the city and played slow music ...
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