For the dust-lined pantry. For the empty doormat. For the sparrows nesting under my car that won’t stop chirping when I scowl at them, Not this time.
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For the dust-lined pantry. For the empty doormat. For the sparrows nesting under my car that won’t stop chirping when I scowl at them, Not this time.
It was the beginning of Winter Storm Grayson when I went to visit Craig Newman at his raptor rescue. “Outreach for Earth Stewardship” is a small house on the property […]
There are eighteen people arrayed upon the stage. The stage is small, so a whole row of these eighteen, six of the most important members of this flock, spill onto […]
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