A dusting of snow on every branch and twig. In the half-dark, kinglets bob in the top of a black birch—their high, thin calls.
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A dusting of snow on every branch and twig. In the half-dark, kinglets bob in the top of a black birch—their high, thin calls.
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Shadows stretch a healing embrace across the shimmering earth. Heat. Light. Dust. Birds, pant. Life stands still waiting for the half-dark. Evening celebration. Night’s reprieve.
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