Day 7: Bird tales
They are at it again. Teasing me. Perching tantalizingly here and there in the neighborhood trees and chirping, daring me …
They are at it again. Teasing me. Perching tantalizingly here and there in the neighborhood trees and chirping, daring me …
The sea and the shore wherever they wander never apart forever in touch with the other. * * * The …
Here is something about me which is no secret: I love trees. It is quite well known by now, how …
Clouds loomed. It looked like rain. So I went to bring in the floor runners I had left in the …
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