The wind ruffled feathers as a great blue heron perched on a dock piling. I saw a little azure flitting around the beautyberry. It might be what ate the leaves off one branch. More berries turned red. I swam, and disposed of a very dead skink, despite dark clouds that discouraged lingering. The spiders each had a snack wrapped up. I startled a Carolina wren on the patio. After I put out fresh hummer juice, a female appeared.
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