Might As Well Be Spring

Glorious days we’re having here in Kafkaville, 21 degrees and sunny. This morning as I sat with the windows open, I heard a cacophony of birds, each singing out their own little Nerve Personal:

“In my nest you’ll find: feathers, shiny objects, guitar picks, bits of ribbon…”

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