Out the window I’m watching tiny sparrows fluff their feathers in the safety of a leafless, wintering bush. The snow has melted for the moment, but still the skies are heavy with clouds. I can’t remember the last time I saw full blue above me. Maybe October?
The sparrows seem to twitch, as if they cannot sit still but must scan every angle for high-flyin…
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