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By Mark Peacock

I see them from my kitchen window as the sun breaks over the horizon… not every morning, but often enough, and never in pairs, always alone, or maybe with a furry friend by their side.
Front to back and side to side, they reach toward the street, again and again, like sparrows picking up grain.

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