— I had this memory of taking photos of a murmuration in Rome. I know we witnessed a couple of them, but I also thought I had a photo or two of the birds in a twilight sky. Can’t find any. Spent an embarrassing amount of time looking. And then, as well, I wanted to look up an Auden poem, and couldn’t find the book on my shelves for hours. I had imagined it as larger, the spine a different colour. I gave up, and naturally, found it not long after. Birds are escaping me, books. Thoughts, too. I need to write more down. — It’s been another one of those weeks, where someone very dear to us has died. But then, our daughter got a promotion. Small nice things have happened. My niece has graduated from High School. And I watched a bird in our birdbath for a surprising amount of time one afternoon. I read some good poems, and we started a new TV series that we like. We go on, we continue, but we’re changed. Of course we are.— You know you can sit there and add up the losses of the last five…
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