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this morning as I woke up I listened for songbirds. I heard none. last night before going to bed I read about the dissapearance of song birds and how some people had suspected the culpability of avian flu in this.
a subtle apocalypse. one year, you can't hear the birds any more, the next most of the humans have gone too. spring has begun to come back, though, the sunshine has a yellow quality, thicker, warmer, making the hush more hush, quiet more quiet.
a subtle apocalypse. one year, you can't hear the birds any more, the next most of the humans have gone too. spring has begun to come back, though, the sunshine has a yellow quality, thicker, warmer, making the hush more hush, quiet more quiet.