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waking up
the sun through fence’ s old cracks
crows of first rooster
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waking up
the sun through fence’ s old cracks
crows of first rooster
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Love those waking up moments!
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Perfection.
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nice one Ese; her they crow so early in the morning, sometimes i not awake early enough to hear them
Have a nice Sunday
much love…
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Very nicely done, Ese. 🙂
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I grew up to the sound of rooster’s crow – I really miss that. Nice Haiku
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Very well done!
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