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  • This morning while walking my bike out to the road, I
    passed the corner of the stone wall where we planted a red
    rose last fall. It was early morning and the light fell on
    two large, bright red blossoms I had nearly missed. The
    petals were starting to curl at the edges, and they were too
    large for the small green stem that held them. Droplets of
    dew clung to the blossoms. I thought, if I place my mouth
    close to them the dew will seep between my lips, they look
    so juicy.

    When I looked up from the roses, I noticed a tawny baby
    bunny laying on an enormous grey-blue stone, part of a pile
    of paving stones waiting to be put into the patio. The
    stone directly behind the tawny bunny was standing on end,
    almost at a 45 degree angle to the stone the bunny was
    laying on. It was startling, this little bunny on its
    oversized stage.
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