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gather on the softball field in the heavy fog, searching for bugs. as i approach they take to the sky in one smooth, silent trajectory. it is clear, even when humans are not using this land, these birds think of it as ours. i do not want it to be mine. i want the green expanse, a kind of banquet of insects
gather on the softball field in the heavy fog, searching for bugs. as i approach they take to the sky in one smooth, silent trajectory. it is clear, even when humans are not using this land, these birds think of it as ours. i do not want it to be mine. i want the green expanse, a kind of banquet of insects...
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