A few days before the storm, my two year old son and I were looking at the prints the fallen leaves were making, wet on the ground. We happened along this bird, nestled in a bed of leaves by a curb. Mato asked me if the bird was sleeping, and I said, “his body is sleeping but his spirit is flying”. Of course, the bird was not alive anymore. Mato looked into the air, and said ” I see it!” […]

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