Gifts of Grace

By grace

Yellow

This is as bright as it got today. Grey outside and head so full of post-cold mince that I could barely wake up. Roused myself to go visit the pet shop for wild-bird and duck food ahead of the wild weather forecast for tomorrow. These sweet creatures were singing their hearts out. On a day like today their imprisonment could make a person weep. Instead have this wholly predictable soundtrack.

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