down south
29–07–21
29–07–21
"Look past the white post at 3 o'clock...it's framed by some oak leaves arching over that dead tree."
"I still don't see it."
He touched my hand and guided my binoculars in the right direction.
A magnificent blue bird appeared.
"It's a delicate little creature, isn't it?"
"I still don't see it."
He touched my hand and guided my binoculars in the right direction.
A magnificent blue bird appeared.
"It's a delicate little creature, isn't it?"
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