At 6 AM, the moon was still around, bleeding rare orange – like a peach iced tea stain. I drank her with my eyes, and my love begins to pique as her salted cheese wafers crumbled inside my cheeks. It hasn't been great, birding-wise, for me since this summer. The period between April-July was hotter... Continue Reading →

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