One morning a few mornings back, we made space to sit over breakfast and listen to the wind in the trees, birds chatter, and hear about the rhythms of each other's days.
We gathered hot coffee, steaming casserole and fresh fruit, and walked it outside to a summer morning that carried with it some of the night's briskness, but in the light of day, it felt like we had come upon a new world. Mornings are magnificent like that.
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