Comments for: The State Bird The State Bird Today’s wind gusts itself into nouns: gusts, in short. So cold our eyes ache in numb sockets. Light, new snow jigs up in swirls like curtains swell to a dervish ecstasy – then suddenly subside. Like… Read More Back to story → Read more
The State Bird Today’s wind gusts itself into nouns: gusts, in short. So cold our eyes ache in numb sockets. Light, new snow jigs up in swirls like curtains swell to a dervish ecstasy – then suddenly subside. Like… Read More
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