The opinions, thoughts and musings of a neurodiverse writer of songs, speeches and more.
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Thursday, February 21, 2002
The birds are singing, and when I went out for a cigarette I was watching them meander back and forth across the sky, which was tinged with the hues of sunrise. The recycling truck has just been by, but it's noisy clatter has moved on. The nearby interstate drones in the background, but the sounds of nature are quite clear.