I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until I saw the election results. If it hadn’t been for the birds, I’m not sure I would have made it.
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For the Birds
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The Morning After
Sometimes you just have to reach for that box of shiny new colors.
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You, Me, The Atlantic
Now, more than ever, I needed to go home to Mother.
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The Race
I spent much of September watching the hummingbirds fight over sugar water. What a waste of energy, I thought.
The American Dream is alive and well just around the corner, a short walk from Trouts Farm.