Sometimes it still surprises me that things, even favorite things, are events and events conform to duration.
unfortunately ... yes.
Oh, I'd sure hate to see that one be lost! I bet there are some memories there.
It was heartbreaking ... I felt loss for myself and the mother wren who made it her summer home. I replaced it with an old coffee can but, so far, she has sought shelter elsewhere. Maybe this year ...
I'm thinking now of Chinua Achebe's novel, "Things Fall Apart." Indeed they do, from the most concrete to the least.
yes, a wonderful book ... thank you, Linda.
Now this sounds familiar!
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