In the Night
Till the Old Story
October protein, a widened memory, and soil that can hold the past
William Vincent Carleton
On a cold October morning, Dee the chickadee comes to Bram's still hand for a sunflower seed, her small brain busy building room for a thousand caches. "Hey, Cheeky," Bram says, a name and a blessing, not a claim. Glory the morning glory watches from her pot. An In the Night story about memory, October and soil that can hold the past, with a note on the chickadee science.
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