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Winter Birds Slow circles survival’s muttering flotilla of buoyant quacks that worry black water’s warmth of 32 degrees just short of the freeze stirred by tired paddling Maybe a dozen—clockwise slow till morning finds the one that slept through snow’s hypnosis in dawn’s quiet clench....
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
Winter Birds: Slow Circles
Winter Birds Slow circles survival’s muttering flotilla of buoyant quacks that worry black water’s warmth of 32 degrees just short of the freeze stirred by tired paddling Maybe a dozen—clockwise slow till morning finds the one that slept through snow’s hypnosis in dawn’s quiet clench....
The next two nights will by hard on wildlife.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 6:04 PM UTC
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