SOPRANOS OF GRASSLANDS AND FENCE POSTS
IT'S THE SOUND OF THE WESTERN MEADOWLARK THAT I MOST MISS when I leave the Rockies and return to the South. I think of its song in heavenly terms which never cease to thrill me. It's also a great antidote to listening to too much news of shootings, stalkers, presidential stalkers like Hillary and Maxine, and news of heat waves all around.
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