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Me thinks that the moment my legs begin to move,
my thoughts begin to flow.
[Henry David Thoreau]

I snapped this photo this morning before six. My fuzzy buddy and I went walking in the early dawn and I filled with gratitude to be living in such beauty. My neighborhood blooms this time of year with the tidy lawns, trimmed hedges and tumbles of blossoms. Then I went walking again about seven thirty—down to the Friendly Fox coffee shop for a tall coffee to start my day’s work. I have a perfectly good coffeemaker at home, but I wanted another walk and I enjoy the environment of the coffee shop. The sky is blue. The air is fresh and clear. The rising sun is golden. What a joy.

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