This morning I sat in bed a little too early, coming to terms with the reality that I wouldn’t be getting back to sleep, when I heard a lovely whistle from outside our barely opened windows. It sounded with a long high note, a slightly lower long note, and that same lower note repeated three shorter times.
Somewhere towards the middle of our block (our …
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