When I am lonesome
I look up to the clouds
For they tell me of how
They come and go.
When I am confused
I listen to the wind
For it tells me
What is best for me.
When I am mad I
Listen to the waters flow
It helps clear my mind.
Neighborhood hawks
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Before the snowstorm rolled in last Sunday, I made the rounds to check on
our local hawks. It's the time of year when the Tompkins Square Red-Tails
are s...
4 days ago
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