On the Terrace

A tiny grey bird with a raspy “beep” like a baby frog stops near my feet. Its breast is specked with black, its wings pointed with white. Then a hummingbird stops by. I feel as if I’m in a secret garden here on my terrace, although I can hear laughter and heels clicking on the concrete walk.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

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