I wake up at five every morning. It’s the birds I think. The birds and the rising sun. It’s a recent thing, only in the last year. I’ve had to get up around six for a while, to get the kid up and to school and all that. I needed an alarm for that. Now, though, I just wake up. Sometimes I lie there thinking about things for a while, sometimes I get right…
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