There's nothing like the song of a wood thrush echoing through a tall green forest. I heard one on my walk in Middlesex Fells this morning. It keeps playing over and over in my head.
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is warming.
about this blog:
a place for inhaling and exhaling with whimsy and seriousness, all in the same breath; a list of things that concern me and tickle me: like art, environment, news, writing, and also a lot about, well, me.
our planet
is warming.
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