Papering Over The Cracks by Julie-Anne McDowell

The feverish chirping of birdsong pecks its way in and then out of my subconscious and jars me into a rude awakening. The quiet night is broken by the dawn chorus lead by a few braggart soloists determined to attract their mates with their discordant swagger.  It’s a phenomenon I battle to understand much less...

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