A moment ago, in a flicker of pique, with a wave of the hand, I dispersed them. Glorious birds, now they are back, gold talons wrapped, roosting. Glorious birds, high on a wire, spearing the nits in their feathers. More at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.
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