| James Callahan Nov 12 | Simple blackbirds by the hundreds swoop and swerve, dancing over the soybean field on a warm November afternoon – leaderlessly turning together, a formation of space and speed, unhurried and rhythmic as the wind, no foundlings or hesitations so unlike our daily ways, beauty together their singular uncomeliness betrays. | | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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