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Little Visitor

  • Writer: cerantha
    cerantha
  • Jun 16, 2020
  • 1 min read

Every night at dusk when I play the day to an end on my flute, a little wren comes by, sits on the railing and sings along for a few minutes. Is it the same wren each night—who knows?? I like to think maybe it is.


 
 
 

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