Leaving home early the other morning, the world still in darkness and pummeled by rain, I heard soft quacks sounding from behind the house. I had to rush away to do busy things in a busy world, but those quiet calls stayed with me, and I smiled all day thinking about the slow morning unfolding in my absence.

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