I woke this morning as usual to the beginning of morning light coming through the break in the curtains. But this morning was different. What was normally peaceful and quiet was interrupted by the crash of what sounded like stones being dropped one by one onto the metal roof of my house. I thought it might be rain, but these were distinct thuds of so…
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