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I wonder

How do birds know when dawn’s pink-feathers will unfold? How do trees trap sky between triangles of leaves? How does the honey-sun melt yellow on dandelion flowers? And how does the moth of dusk brush colours away so the black-night-cat can lap up the moon in her bowl?

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