Hello Dear One, The birds are singing outside my windows, which are open at eight in the evening. In Scotland this is summer. And I’m taking delight in it. At people reuniting, spending time with friends; at pubs and restaurants open for the first time; at music floating through the air. The stuff of life.
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Hello Dear One, The birds are singing outside my windows, which are open at eight in the evening. In Scotland this is summer. And I’m taking delight in it. At people reuniting, spending time with friends; at pubs and restaurants open for the first time; at music floating through the air. The stuff of life.