Sunday Mornings

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A lone black crow stretches the eastern horizon as he wings his way over row after row of green leafed wine grapes, over the almond orchards, across the Stanislaus River, above acres and acres of alfalfa, sugar beets, and housing developments, over the rangeland, and all the way to the twin peaks of Mt. Diablo some fifty miles away.

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