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Ann Guenther

October – A Murmuration

Waiting at the bus stop just after sunset, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a cloud swirling low overhead. Tiny black specks coalesced then spread apart, like a breath morphing across the sky, quickly disappearing in the distance. Breathless myself, I gazed beyond into the turquoise sky, reorienting my brain: That was a murmuration of [Read More…]