I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks
Sunday, April 27, 2025
Sunday bird blogging
A giant petrel swimming in Fortuna Bay in South Georgia.
Yesterday after class I took the bus on Fifth Avenue—walking the full two miles home after standing all day is not always possible with my still highly tempermental knee. The bus was crowded, and as soon as I got on, a young man jumped up and offered me his seat.
Reader, I accepted— gratefully—even as an incredulous voice in my head was shrieking, “Wait! I'm not old!”
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