Listening

Dew soaks the grass. Light filters through the trees. Blue water and sky meet. The landscape could be the Adirondacks, Ireland or South Africa. PJILASI. Bonjour. Welcome. Without listening, noticing, the details, everything can appear to be the same. The same thing, only different.  

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