My Bird came to me in a dream and told me her name.
For a time my mother believed that my Grandfather’s spirit lived inside of a goose at a local golf course.
A one-legged seagull called Pete lives on our cabin porch.
And today, I saw a hungover crow swaying and cawing looking for a friend.
Love is all around us, and so it grows…
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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