Grand at the Mirror — roughwighting

I’m trying desperately to avoid the knocking. At first I thought it was the sound of one of “my” hummers knocking on the bedroom window. All summer I’d watched the hummingbirds sprint around our feeder hanging just outside the window, their long thin pointy tongues drawing sweet water out of the teeny tiny hole meant […]

Grand at the Mirror — roughwighting

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