Just a memory I wanted to save
It was cool this morning when I took my walk. The east was still orange with sunrise, and a flock of Canadian geese flew overhead. They were low enough that in between their joyous honks, I could hear their feathers slicing through the morning breeze. It sounded like a whisper of profound secrets in a foreign tongue.
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