What?

As I walked to my car yesterday I was cheered by a beautiful language I recognized but did not understand. On a tiny island in a sea of asphalt was a tree hosting a very persistent black bird.

I set my bag down, pausing to enjoy at least 25 different phrases in all variations calling out in a fast-paced spectrum of emotions. We had a little dialogue as he would answer back my attempts at mimicking his sounds.

Does he sing to you like that all day?  I asked the man working under the shade of the tree.  “What?” he said as he pulled his headset from his ears.

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Author: Anne Carlson

I'm a bit selfish, as I want the most out of life, so why waste it being miserable? Come walk with me and let's figure this out. Diagnosed with cancer now stage 4; end stage, and loving life.

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