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About Me
Right now, I am sitting in my newark apartment. If you were transported here, Newark would be an unlikely guess. The sunlight streams in my eastern windows soon after six, but the birds arrive shortly after five. I have heard many explanations for the reason of birdsong at dawn. Some say the birds worship their gods to raise the sun, others write that the birds chirp in worry to the sun a constant patter of relief and worry: "where were you, sun? When you disappeared into darkness, we were so worried". But in those dark moments when all the world is sound, I believe the birds begin weaving the tapestry of the day. As time pass...