Bewildered By Beauty

I looked up into an autumn sky today still as blue as summer and was bewildered by beauty. The cry of cockatoos, white, yellow-crested, sounded like a woodwind ensemble. A screeching song in unison - reedy, raspy, rising up to the penultimate note like a cry to heaven. The cockatoos spread their wings, hundreds of... Continue Reading →

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