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| Psalm 19:1, The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. |
- The sun's rays stream through the clouds splayed out over the sea like a fan.
- A hawk hovers expectantly above the garden . Perhaps it's spotted a field mouse?
- I gather a handful of blue bells and narcissi to fill a vase in the kitchen.
- The beck bubbles noisily this morning and I notice it more than usual as I walk down to the hens.
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