Everything that rises must converge; or rocket in reverse. I ruminate, lifting fallen coleslaw.
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If tonight were the word's last night might I spend it striking the anvil of rhetoric ...
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Obscurely yet surely backyard birds simple & further from corruption with the wonder of wings call us to praise...
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D.S. MartinDecember 26, 2023
This morning, two scrub jays in a scrub oak look out over the canyon ...
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Paul J. WillisDecember 19, 2023
Like all of us who carry hidden pain, he soberly performed his task that day ...
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Eric PotterDecember 12, 2023