the time needed for writing, as he said, the stories he has yet to tell and ideas to explore. "Le Peuple Migrateur"[1]If I remember correctly from last year, the returning geese came flying past my house between 6:30 and 7:15 in the mornings, the largest number of them. A sky full of undulating, fluttering V's--barking a song one never, ever, tires of.
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