Low-bobbing Woodcock
Yesterday I was standing there ironing when I glanced out the window and saw a mourning dove on the dirt path behind the oakleaf hydrangeas. It was awfully fat. Read More
The Farthermost View
Essays and Stories
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The Farthermost View
Essays and Stories
Yesterday I was standing there ironing when I glanced out the window and saw a mourning dove on the dirt path behind the oakleaf hydrangeas. It was awfully fat. Read More