I’ve spent days and weeks pouring out stories to friends over text, Zoom, and drinks. My heart is broken, my life is occasionally overwhelming, and there are people I have to deal with that I don’t want to deal with.
Standard stuff.
It’s easy to forget that birdsong. Every chirp is a communication. Sometimes it’s just meant for one other bird, or a select…
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