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Good morning! I’m usually up at the crack ‘o thirty, stumbling about the old house with a toothbrush in my mouth, searching for a clean shirt, and opening every door to expose the day before me. This morning, as I was waking up to coffee on the porch, I thought how wonderfully peaceful and quiet it was. When I played back my little video of the moment, I could hear just how wrong I was; bubbling fountains, crows in conversation, creaking floorboards, exuberant songbirds, snorting bulldogs and raucous roosters. Apparently, my quiet good morning is more about the sounds I don’t hear once the world wakes up.
“What’s your morning story, Morning Glory?”