Monthly Archives: April 2015
Placed inexorably beneath each fingerpad so deeply you cannot get at it, but not so deep it will not infect. Touch anything: you can; but painfully, even you.
My little Chickadee hosted a breakfast meeting. At 5:30 a.m. – though I suspect the meeting had been going on, quietly, for at least an hour or two before their songs broke in on our dreams … the birds … … Continue reading