Monday, February 25, 2008
Something infinitely solid.
A hummingbird hovers eye-level for long minutes, as if she were trying to tell us something. The only hummingbird we've ever had, not wanting to leave the backyard last fall. To remain close, this winged fingerprint of life. Of good work and great love and something beyond this mortal house of cards. Something infinitely solid. Like birdsong and memory. Cherish the good times.
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