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Pale Fire

I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
By the false azure of the windowpane

This morning, I was treated to the reasonably uncommon sight of a small flock of waxwings, on their way south, looking in vain for some rowanberries. They didn’t stay long; I bet they were hungry.

5 November, 12:59 pm ·

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