Thursday, April 7, 2011


We accidentally killed this bird-to-be while cleaning out our porchlight.  I feel awful.  Of course, I didn't feel awful when I ate salt-cured pig, or went on a deranged mosquito killing spree, or took antibiotics, so clearly I practice selective guilt.  But who doesn't?

In other news, the sun continues to rise.  The moon is a thumbnail.  The flowers are over, coming, here.

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