Yep, it’s definitely spring — the terns are back at their nesting grounds in the wildlife refuge just south of here. They’re sort of like the storied swallows of San Capistrano in that they all seem to arrive on a single day every spring.
Yep, it’s definitely spring — the terns are back at their nesting grounds in the wildlife refuge just south of here. They’re sort of like the storied swallows of San Capistrano in that they all seem to arrive on a single day every spring.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
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