I will teach you what I know.

You think I don’t know.

They are pines. I’ve heard the scratch of scampering squirrels.

There are always stars even in rain.

Starlings are migrating now, in great numbers.

I did not guess at swans. I heard the clicking of cameras on our walk.

The world has gone nowhere except in coming home.

I was only blinded. And your roses on the table are every color.

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