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Morning at the lofts; birdsong, the city rumble, distant somehow, though it's all around us. Sitting on my balcony, I can see neighbor T and her girlfriend and their rescue greyhound Lenny on their balcony. The air is soft, cool, though it will probably be warm to hot again later today. The sky, full of deep cloud, retains some of its dawn feeling, white-grey and blurred with sun behind the thickness.

I'm lucky; I'm thankful.