morning coffee, fruit, and fried pies

Later in winter now, the daylight lasts a little longer, the sun rises a little earlier, precious sunlight on my morning coffee and fruit.
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A hummingbird looks at me
like I made a mistake.
Did I?
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A dog barks from somewhere down the street and the sound carries like the majesty of grief.
Cheaply built houses cover the suffering people here the way…
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