And I am also raising a glass. I am humming with all the directions my mind goes with “When birds stopped flying,” by questions spurred and wonderings. More later… LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I lift a draft (in my stein) to your drafts, borkali!
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Thanks T!
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And I am also raising a glass. I am humming with all the directions my mind goes with “When birds stopped flying,” by questions spurred and wonderings. More later…
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The poem about the birds is haunting. Thanks for the “drafts!”
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Thanks for reading! 🙂
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