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Pam Burke
We ought to just call the vet and have me put down and out of misery, give me the long sleep goodnight — now that I don't have anything else to live for, it seems like the humane thing to do.
It's a tragic tale.
I was going along breathing in and out just fine and then my husband took a photograph of the bird that's been eluding our identification for almost 20 years. Now look at me. I'm directionless.
Afloat in a sea of life rendered moot (as in deprived of all practical significance) because the epic and legendary not-a-coocoo (as in, I don't know what that bird is, but we've...
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