I love the city. I do not think I could ever call a city home again. It is 6 a.m. as I listen to the bird song and open the door to allow the voice of the robin that will build its third year’s nest in the leaves of the red maple I can almost [...]
I love the city. I do not think I could ever call a city home again. It is 6 a.m. as I listen to the bird song and open the door to allow the voice of the robin that will build its third year’s nest in the leaves of the red maple I can almost [...]