Birds

Forever approaching infinity from a safe distance.

Honeyflowers and Honeysuckers (1882) by Marianne North

November is not so different from May here. Without clearly defined seasons, you have to get sentimental about other things, play up the melodrama of the landscape, notice the brilliance of the light, import plants from other continents and nurture them until they feel like natives. Twenty three year…

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