bones of resurrection


The spring birds have returned. I watched them yesterday on the ancient old apple tree in front of my house. I was sitting on the rock stoop outside of the door, petting Esmeralda the barn cat. She’s an old cat now, about thirteen I’d say. That’s old for a barn cat whose fast and furious wild lives are full, but often not long. She’s a tiny cat with the…

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