The cuckoo woke me in the morning, the soft, repetitive call gliding into my slumber, over and over as I start to wake from early morning dreaming. My alarm goes off, the peace disturbed. I lie silent waiting for the cuckoo to start again. Nothing. I doubt myself, sleep or reality. It’s often difficult to focus on the sounds of nature with the three k…
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