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I love the line “lyrical, fluid, and lake-voiced” - I’m treasuring the nuthatches & woodpeckers at my feeder today.

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Thank you Lindsey. And thank you for sharing the nuthatches and woodpeckers in your view. The bird people at the feeder here today are sparrows, juncos, a spotted towhee, and a bold-as-a-squirrel blue jay.

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“the island never stopped singing”

Oh, nan!!

The Swannanoa River is my beloved waterbody. When we went in search of the headwaters, we came upon a Great Blue Heron. She swooshed out of her invisibility and lifted up. I swear she hovered for a moment to show her disdain for solitude interrupted. And then with the accumulated majesty of her 23 million year old species, she flew down the middle of the River.

We found the headwaters. That is her place. She reminds us of the responsibility of living upstream. The Swannanoa River flows into the French Broad River at the Biltmore Estate. The French Broad goes to the Ohio, which goes to the Tennessee, to the Mississippi River and into the Gulf of Mexico.💙

🤍🌱

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kerning. tuning the morning. gosh, your writing.

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thank you friend.

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Beautiful work, so glad it's being shared.

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Thank you for supporting this thread. I feel the way it glimmers in the light of your love.

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