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Whistling in the Dark
In the morning, the bobolink sings. It always heartens me—listening to the
morning chorus of creatures waking up to the sun singing. Imagine. When was the
last time any of us woke up singing to greet the day? Probably the mad, the
newly-in-love, those who sing for a living and perhaps the children who
thankfully …
