The chirping of the morning bird is a
special one.
Like the call of the service bell it
calls out, breaking the silence.
It calls out in remembrance of things.
Things to come, things past, things
present.
All things, comprised into one chirp.
It cannot be shown to any one else, you
have to be there yourself in order to realize the magic.
- note from returning from the morning
service
Mtfbwy
Fugen
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