keeping warm on a cold Ohio afternoon, getting ready to pour through some bird books, drinking International pepperming mocha coffee with a kitty on my toes and my old girl newfie pressed up against the couch. listening to the purr of my furnace and the tick tock of my clock and feeling right pretty in the quiet of my life....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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