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The blue bird tapped at my window and pecked my crumbs. I talked to him as to a small person about the things of life, of flowers, of trees and the sky. Even at times pretending he was erudite, I questioned him about evolution and extinction. He looked at me as if he…
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It's nice to see you, but not always. The park's hair has gotten quite wet, but it still manages to look beautiful and inviting. Anyway, I'm out on foot, so it doesn't really matter. I've been here before, in…
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Happy Memorial Day, America.
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