Tag: cuckoo
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17 June: Cuckoo
Cuckoo It’s been decades since I hearda cuckoo’s voice here,here in this pine grove withtrees long as telegraph poles. Can you smell that? It’s the scent of pine pitch,it awakens my childhood.Those summers were so hot,pine needles crunching underfoot. I believed fairytales were born here. Once upon a time.All stories start that way.All except for…
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