Jan 24, 2012
A pair of woodpeckers flits and cackles, the male scooting on his branch while the female looks away, toward a chuckling nuthatch.
Writers, like children, are not dissuaded by the uselessness of hoarded ordinaries; instead, we cultivate a collector's sense, trying to capture mundane moments on a string of words. --Lorianne DiSabato
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