Dirt.

I woke at 6:30 to a bunch of birdies twittering outside my window. There are no screens on French windows. There is an outside shade which you roll up each morning and down each night, so I left my shade almost rolled down but with a few little squares of light and cool spring night air coming in. I prefer the bird alarm to the frightening quacking of the mobile phone!

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