Technique

Isabel's grave.
April 30
Yes, the birds are singing.
It's gray, wet, and still raining outside—it will rain all day. Undeterred, the female redwing blackbirds are patrolling the strip of grass in front of our house, looking for breakfast victims. To us, they are small and beautiful and bring joy. To insects, they are enormous and deadly.
We are somehow able…
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