Sunday, August 16, 2020

13,057. FELICITY WAS MY WARBLER

FELICITY WAS MY WARBLER
We left town on Wednesday morning; got
back by late afternoon. Everything had
already changed, but we'd gotten home
too soon. The moon was yellow in its
funny way, and the sun the next day
had a hole in its middle. How that
had happened, I couldn't say, and
it all remained a riddle.

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