Shades of Gray
The view outside my window this morning was filled with shades of gray, with the exception of six brilliant red cardinals sitting in an apple tree.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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