June 24, 2021
A huge turkey family feeding under my peach tree, muttering in their soft voices.
Went to the river to write, and did write. A mother wheeled her baby to the table beside mine. He was so interested in the world, looking at everything, babbling responses to everything, smiling at me when I smiled. I videoed him because he was so beautiful, but deleted the video because something about the exchange seemed so profoundly personal.
Revision of An Age of Silver completed.
Ruth Bader Ginsbear and two babies maraud. She again tried to claw her way into my basement. She wouldn’t fit through the gap, but her babies would.
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