What if there was an uncanny moment when all the birds were grounded from Cape Town to Juneau, and everywhere between--all feathers frozen in a universal stutter, so quick as to make a snail of light, and even Stephen Hawking's mind would miss it?

Kristen Henderson
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A dewy, damp morning. A winter rain. Birds holding their position in the sky, waiting for the sun to break free of the clouds and start making things warmer again.

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