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iimpavid This morning I watched a black-backed woodpecker zipping up and down the trunk of the tree in our little slip of a yard-- the linden that looks like a lady I've been half in love with since we've moved in, that one-- and I don't think I've ever wanted anything as much as I wanted to be him, to slip into the bird-joy of autumn-slow ants and linden sap. Just for a moment.
