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The Song Bird’s Shadow.
Over the mountain, through a canyon beyond the hills, and across a prairie, people in mass and motion, their moving buzz is the thing we call life and living. Yet, like a black speck—muted, washed out, displaced, replaced, forgotten, and cast aside—there lies one in the cracks between. Like a Songbird, last of his species,…
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Presence in the Present
I’m sure with little effort and a quick Google I could find their name, but where’s the fun in that? When I walk my dogs in the morning, I choose a route that skirts the side of some neighboring farmland. Usually, it’s long cotton rows that fill the field; this time, they decided to go…
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