By FoundWalking

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The curtain is dancing in the soft breeze. A cardinal sings in the distance. The trees are starting to bloom. We went for a long walk searching for white pelicans drifting on the dark waters of the Fox. It is warm. We are early or the  pelicans are late. A cold beer sits beside a stack of magazines. My friend has collapsed beside me on the couch. The kids across the street have escaped winter's bondage, their bare feet swing above the earth.

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