A Tribute to Morning Birds
The day I heard my grandmother’s deep, precious laugh—so powerful it made my stomach quiver—I was sitting at the edge of the kitchen table, staring out the window as the sun blazed against the glass. The morning was hot, with a typical southern humidity from Georgia’s summer, and the wind scattered papers across the table. Just moments earlier, I poured coffee into my dinner mug, set it on the table, […]
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