Weary of the numerous cars, traveling both directions. Wishing for a stream, cool and shady from the day’s hot, sticky weather and bustle. Leaning on the rail of fencing to prevent snow in other seasons from drifting. Listening to birds in far off woods, their familiar calls and songs. Swooping from tall trees, from branches […]
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