Birding
Wingtip-carved impromptu paths, etched on sheets of white and blue- interlaced, their countless flights, telling tales of feathered view undetected to our eyes; where they’ve been or going to. Birders, ornithologists, dream of visions to unfold, moments in a birdie’s life seen through lens – their pot of gold. Focus; click a flash of time - memoirs precious to behold.
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