Tag: COVID
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Signs
My soul likes to look for signs. Three days ago, under a robin egg sky, our yard burst with birdsong. Through the window I saw —one, two, three, four, five!— red-breasted robins perched in the trees, evenly spaced, like a sentry. The air was cold, but the sun shined brightly. Spring is near, I thought.…
Erin Curlett 