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augury doggerel

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

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A wagtail comes to my sill each morning when the sun hits this building. She's brown, with dark eyes. When she has run her beak through all her feathers and stretched and warmed herself, she walks along the ledge looking for breakfast, looking not out across a surface of water, but up along our surface of glass.

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