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Finally, a Day to Myself, more or less
Not a whisper of breeze. Every browning leaf and blade of grass and fern perfectly still. The birds are sure active. In the dark I heard a call that reminded me of a ghost haunting. Never heard it before. Just now some strange bird trills. Haven’t heard it before, either. Fascinating. The problem with looking…
Curtiss Ann Matlock 