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practice

my day started with a tiny bird yelling…. and it felt like the shrill was directed at me…. even though it wasn’t. how arrogant we humans are sometimes…. the rest of the day was filled with practice.  

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weighing in

the smallest of birds flitted thru the tree captivating the cat the dog and me. and then she landed on a leaf! how is it possible to be so light?   ah, a lesson in tenderness.

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