piss it away

and why not?
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chill and crisp, under a coldblue sky of morning. a winter's day in paradise ... the far away rumble of a coastal freeway. the stiff, slowly waking trees outside a window. the crow - always the crow - black and silent - birdwalking across the thin ledge of the building next, almost hearing the scritch-scratch of those taloned feet as he skips and scanters around the corner and is gone.

it is a morning to find meaning in what we do.
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