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Saturday, June 15, 2013

A Mocking Bird Calls

A late afternoon thunderstorm lowered over Cypress with heavy rains, continuous cracklings of lightning. We lost power for three hours by nightfall, leaving me restless, occasionally reading by flashlight or smart-phone glow—

Brendan slept soundly without his usual white noise from the fan, but I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, listening to the thick summer night motioning outside—
241 / afterwards— morning steam rises off wooden planks of the backyard fence—somewhere a mocking bird calls out his morning prayers, three times—

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