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Thoughts #43

Another year has come and gone, and I find myself reflecting on how the next chapter of my story will unfold? It seems like just yesterday I was still so young. When I look in the mirror now what I see are weary eyes and long shimmering greyish hair stares back at me. That youthful gaze has gone the way of the last golden rays of sunlight, sinking far into the horizon.

American Finch

Word on the Street

While sitting out on the front porch of my parent’s home a small bird with goldern/tan feathers and a yellowish brest landed in the yard. It had a slight fan at the end...