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From the December 2020 Print Edition

What are they saying, the birds coasting at sunset, getting ready for bed,dive-bombing into darkened trees where you heard them fold their wings, or is that in your head? Coasting at sunset, almost ready for bed,their spread wings fan out, shadowing earth,preening their wings—also in . . . . Continue Reading »