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The Songs In Our Bones

Beyond the front windows of the cottage, the evening sky slowly shifted hues, fading from soft blue to a purple shawl of silk wrapped around the gracefully spiraling arms of the Grandmother Monterey cypress. On the table nearby, a pair of golden beeswax tapers flickered and danced with flame as I sat silently, listening to the music.

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The Fire Alarm and Greeting the Dawn

It was the fire alarm that woke me. In the predawn darkness, the loud electronic siren in the house roused me instantly from deep dreaming. Confused, I thought it was the newly installed burglar alarm (there have been a rash of break-ins in the neighborhood). My beloved is away in Florida and I am alone

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