Serendipity. Went out back with house trash & garbage for tomorrow's pickup and heard a
familiar chorus. As I looked up into a crisp starry sky, an echelon of about 60 Tundras slid
across the face of a still-full moon, their calls seemingly echoing off the face of the moon,
reaching these imperfect ears with dramatic clarity.
Paul Noell
Balto. MD
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