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 photos of Amelia and Charlie
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The Tompkins Square Park hawk fledglings are dispersing, moving further
away from the park and embarking on their independent lives. I've still
been seei...
1 day ago

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