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First year robin sits inside a tree shaped by a storm, lives on its wits, sings through closed beak, plays hide and seek and looks at me. I am neither kestrel nor worm and so an object of mild curiosity. … Continue reading

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Leaves from the Tree of Life; brown and withered, dried with growing old, dislodged by the touch of Time; or green, with veins still swelling with rising sap, torn free by an untimely wind. What are they, these dancing treasures? … Continue reading

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