When I have time to contemplate the mysteries of life, I wonder about the featherless birds.
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Free as a Bird
When I have time to contemplate the mysteries of life, I wonder about the featherless birds.
Postscript to Turtle Time, in which I discover we’ve been seeing the same turtle for six years, not four.
A turtle walks into the yard and lifts the day.
Family is where you find it, in Boston perhaps or maybe in your front yard.
Exploring the inequities of life while congratulating ourselves on our good fortune.