I listen to a lark chirrup in the reedsbeside a bay laurel,flitting--hurried and winded--above the meadow,trampled and slick with dewwhere the mule deer have bedded downin the night. Excerpt from The Weight of Snow c. B. L. Bruce BUY THE BOOK https://www.instagram.com/p/CCBgYwmDTxR/
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