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by Barbara Thomas Dew drops off the eucalyptus trees patter on the iron sheet roof. I wonder if it is going to rain today, or if it’s just the dew. I’ll find out soon enough when the first light comes. The birds begin to sing and we know it’s time to get up. It’s gentler getting up when the birdsong beats the 6:20 a.m. a...

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