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On awakening, meditation, and hearing the music that was always there. This morning, I heard something I didn’t realize I had been missing. Birdsong. Not faint. Not distant.Full-throated. High-pitched. Insistent.As if the trees themselves had awakened and decided to sing. I sat very still and listened. At first, it almost startled me — the sharpness of their warbles, the sheer volume of life pouring into the air. My winter ears could barely take it in. But then something insi

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