A white sky with a bright gash of sun. The red-eyed vireo falls silent, leaving only two crickets, one who chirps and one who trills. Then, inevitably, the wren.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
That feels like a good title for a book: Inevitably, the Wren
Maybe so! If you’re looking for a title, feel free.