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Friday
February 22, 2019 |
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| it was a day of wings, first a meeting at audubon house where rehabbed birds do their time in cages for their own pro- tection. we met in the old basement, interrupted by a staffer who tumbled down the steps, rode off in an ambulance. it's been all ground travel so far but time and money forced me into the air for the final leg back to seattle, snow below, pink suffused sunset above. a couple of days ago i enjoyed talking with a stranger on the train from baltimore and to- night i closed my laptop, which prompted my seatmate to close hers and we whiled away the long descent in pleasant conversation. these pages in my notebook are speckled wings to fly me back in time. |
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