I heard a nightingale sing very early in the morning — even though our apartment is not very far from the center of the 10-million city. The trills were distant but distinct: the night was quiet. What a wonder.
Winterings in Trans-Scythia
Fragments of a blog
Winterings in Trans-Scythia
Fragments of a blog
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