Morning’s Glory

Morning’s Glory

From the window, I saw one white morning glory in a scrubby cedar tree at the edge of our yard. One. Only one. But one was enough to get my attention. Hours later, the bloom was gone, but the power of its solo performance lingered. The morning glory’s presence was a...

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