sun sifting through...

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(while i'm busy sifting my memories...so I can start finding new ones...)




"You wake up filled with dread.
There seems no reason for it.
Morning light sifts through the window,
there is birdsong,
you can't get out of bed."
Margaret Atwood 



(apologies for ranting about blippers who steal images and post them as their own...how hard is it to photograph colanders?...you tell me!...;-)

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