Holy shit, Deron.
Thank you, Sir.
Deep within my roseate spoon-billed heart lies a melody.
Deron, this is stunning!
I need to visit the heart of Texas.
How I love a dead bird garishly displayed.
Thank you, Deron. This just has my name all over it.
thank you both.
That horizon and clouds (not the water) reminds me of your father’s land. Makes me pine for Clusterflockstock.
I can see that.
There was a display case full of dead birds at my college, right at the top of a creeky 3rd floor staircase. It was a hell of a thing to see them peering down at you as you wandered past in the middle of the night. They had hawks and hummingbirds and a crane with a tiny stuffed frog caught in its jaws, whose expression neatly divided the line between horror and comedy.
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