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That morning smell

It was before dawn.

I think it was the birds. I could hear them before I opened my eyes. They were just loud of life.

So I came downstairs.

The house still held the coolness of the night. And on the air … drifted that smell of musty sweetness.

I settled into the wicker chair on the front porch with my coffee, took a deep breath, and absorbed the moment.

The lilacs have started their bloom. And it lingered on the dew like a cloud.

This my friends, is the first morning of summer.

(I know this for positive because I just got my first bug bite too)

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