It's not quite Sunday morning. Slept very well throughout the night, oblivious of the pouring rain. The ground was wet when I woke up and the sun was shining brightly. Some black birds were chirping outside. They were not larks; haven't seen live ones even though I've read that they exist locally. Such cheery birds setting the mood to sing along with the 1972 Daniel Boone's catchy song, Beautiful Sunday:
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