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There is a slight fog cover this morning in Sunny California. The sky is slowly opening, a hand taking the gray lid, unrolling it to expose a periwinkle sky. I can hear the loud squawks of the blue bird clan, letting all the others know they’re alive. In the distance I can hear the cars go by on the road, wheels turning; and the airplane in the sky, a loud hum. If I listen very carefully, I can hear the mountains in the distance, the grass cracking, the leaves rustling. I feel the light breeze sneak through my window as it dances by my cheek.

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This sounds like the opening

This sounds like the opening for a novel, Rebbecca. Is it? Loved the sky opening, a hand taking the gray lid. Wonderful piece of writing!

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Thank you very much for your

Thank you very much for your kind words, Dorraine. It is not the opening of a novel, but you've spurred a flurry of ideas and intersections for me to chew and focus on--thank you for that!