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    A List of My Utopias

    The Blue UtopiaMy mother is a wood thrush, and my father is a great snipe. They aren’t my parents in this utopia. They’re birds who met once, then drifted apart, as birds do, so they could lead their own lives and become who they were meant to be. They have no children, bird or otherwise, tugging them in a different, boring direction. My father, who can fly for ...

    Debbie Urbanski and From The Sun | Oct 11, 2017

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