The early light looked yellow this morning, like an old, faded photograph, the kind curling up at the edges. I woke thinking of an old friend, and went to sit outside. I live in a medium-sized Midwestern city, but it was quiet at 6:15. The birds just stirring. No cars yet on the road. There’s a fox that lives in my neighborhood, and maybe I was looking …
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