depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Black-bellied Brents flood our salt marsh ponds fat on eel grass the dissonant flotilla watery glints between each bobbing bird A sudden flap and some depart the madding crowd no signal but magnetic pull of kin and Spring iron-filing clump to arrowhead pin-pointing thousands of North Easts away All will track the Tundra trail empty English landscapes until Autumn Joining…
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