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Nov 2012
Every year, a male wren builds ten nests.
On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each,
displaying her options.

She chooses her favorite and once she’s done so,
shreds the nest to
rebuild it from scratch.

As we house shop, I feel a faint
nostalgia towards
the wren nesting on the front porch
of the house you assured me I didn't like.
Emily Clarke
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Emily Clarke
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