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Birds singing in the morning; songs to begin the day

for DS106 Daily Create

At some point, the map becomes boundless, endless, an eddy of routes and possibilities, further proof that to locate yourself requires a compass, spinning, wildly with the unknown

Winged friends, settle in - sit for a bit on petals of vibrant colors

Savor the soft wind – the cool breeze blowing on in; the world in motion

Dirt fingers, like seeds - in a sense, we're playing God - poking holes in Earth

for Algot

Annoying whispers of agendas and secrets; soft mosquito song

Even crows Keep quiet

— Wendy T. via “New Moon Dark Night” https://wentalearn.blogspot.com/2024/06/new-moon-dark-night.html

Dreaming of descent, black wings flapping at midnight, the moon as spotlight on branch, trees as creatures of slumber

Night descends slowly, stretching arms and taking a long day to arrive

In tidal waters, currents end where we begin: take the plunge, then swim

Spin – weather vane – spin

You are more than architectural ornament

You are elevated harbinger of the storm to come

Spin – weather vane – spin