On the walk home, in the recently green, wooded alley I walked up behind a buzzard with hunched shoulders picking at a possum carcass that has been getting thinner and grayer everyday since the first morning I saw it about a week ago. On the walk home it was raining and the flesh dangled from the buzzard’s beak like a rubber-band. When it heard my boots it reluctantly and lazily flapped to nearby low branches and I walked around the carcass through the puddles to my house.
17 Letters Receieved!
17 letters total now for the Letter Project I put up a couple of months ago! It’s fantastic! Thanks guys :) You’re the best.
I would still love to hear from more of you. I’m thinking of extending my p.o.box in hopes that I will continue to receive letters. If you’ve been meaning to participate and haven’t yet, there’s time!! I’d really appreciate it!
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Best to all!