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Just so much music here. The big blue trumpets of the morning glory. The pink silver bells of the Rosa glauca. Even the orange table is not free of noise. The milk jug continues to remonstrate with the coffee pot. An old grudge. No one remembers how it started. The glass keeps well out of it. Only the coffee mug does what it should and contentedly puffs out a cloud of steam. Lovely.
