Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Thursday, April 20, 2017
wild city
I'm awakened in the morning by the screeches of seagulls and oystercatchers, and the first eyes I meet as I go out the door are those of a bold hare. Sometimes it's hard to believe that I live in a city.
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