To believe is to see: Southern Indian Roller

One summer night, they held hostage a darkly sky and the square root of Pi; their only ransom - a family blue jays basking in sunlight,┬álike caramelized lemon pies. I haven't had a conversation with Tio Stib outside of the comment sections in this blog. But I feel like I know him well enough to... Continue Reading →

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