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November 29, 2011

Mr. Kingfisher sat in his usual place on that branch
in that same old fallen tree hanging out over the creek
at the bend where the two creeks come together.
I know now to look for him there and I usually do find him.
I feel now that I’m seeing the face of a familiar stranger
one to whom I might say Hello or Lovely morning, isn’t it?
smiling and going on by, each of us enlarged just a bit by virtue
of having had a pleasant interaction, each of us left 
to our own company and devices.  I do believe it is the
tiny pleasantry that makes for a lovely morning, whether
with bird, beast or human.

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