Hello lovely Nest. Womb in the wind, I see you empty and aching for those that have flown. But you shine. How you must long to comfort and protect once more, your glistening places…
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I marveled when I found this little nest today, tucked snugly in winter’s now barren branches. The leaves must have been green, full of spring’s promise, when she first laid the pieces together so…