* * * Bluebird___After The Memorial Granny was busy—sweeping and folding we’d not visited at all since she lost the daughter I’d lost my mother.___Granny, please sit. She perched on…
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A warm, tender wind swirled inside the hollow as the rising sun shimmered over the edge of the opening. The nest felt more comfortable than I could ever remember, making…
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Redbirds: chaotic pulse-quickeners, Cardinals, like the juiciest of sins that are best recounted later, in the dark, when nobody is looking. What do they know that I don’t? Geese: loud…