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A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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May
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- Day 19: Jungle
- Day 18: Flicker in a dust-bath, and attendance
- My Day 17: Details
- Day 16 (for me): Rain
- Day 15: Change in schedule
- Fourteenth day: Photos!
- Thirteenth day: Rediscovery
- Twelfth evening: Brilliant world
- Eleventh evening: Break
- Tenth evening: Robins
- Ninth evening: Stranger to the dark
- Eight evening: Sleeping
- Seventh evening: Easy prey
- Sixth evening: Arborial puppy ears!
- Day five: Spider kites
- Fourth night: Generations in boughs
- Third night: Short posting
- Second night: Diligence and discomfort
- First night: Mail on the wind
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