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.
A few Spring bird sightings
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The last several days have been great for birdwatching around the city as
spring bird migration is at its peak. As of today, Central Park has
recorded 14...
3 days ago
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