This was the sunrise at Myrtle Beach from the 3rd level parking garage as we were ready to leave S C in the van to come home.
The next morning when I looked out our Livingroom window, I saw lots of fog.
The birds have come! They sing, they sing!
On greening boughs that sway and swing,
And over meadows winging,
Where late the winter's snow has lain,
Clear washed by April's warming rain;
And verdure fresh is springing!
Catherine J. Miller (Aunt Kate)
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