Letter from Birdland: My father: The ultimate teacher

Letter from Birdland: My father: The ultimate teacher

It's a cold winter day, and the sun has not yet risen. Even without my glasses, I can see from my window a light in the sky. It is not the moon. It must be a planet. It is so big and bright, it astonishes me. Now I am walking my dogs in the still, dark

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