It is just dawn$$$ daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air$$$ inbreathed$$$ is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow$$$ feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayne

It is just dawn$$$ daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air$$$ inbreathed$$$ is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow$$$ feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness$$$ becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted$$$" he thinks$$$ in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all$$$ for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years."