Natures ever-changing community lies outside my door, a scurry of squirrels, a murder of crows and an unkindness of ravens. (although the ravens prove to be far kinder than the squirrels who curse you out if you stray near their tree) I live in a city of trees and wild clover and grassy pastures. In the evening I am serenaded by the roving bands of coyotes under the moonlit skies and awoken at dawn by a clattering of jackdaws. My preferred place is a seat in the shade of a grand old willow tree watching the summers light dancing through the leaves.
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