The whippoorwills used to drive me mad at night. Or lull me to sleep. I can’t remember anything in between, it was so long ago. In bed I heard them repeat their name over and over in the dark, relentlessly, one phrase: Whip-poor-will. Whip-poor-will. Whip-poor-will. Whip-poor-will. Whip-poor-will. Whip-poor-will. Read More
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