The Other 364 Days

When I was a child, I wondered what it must have been like to see passenger pigeons fly overhead in flocks so large they darkened the sky for days at a time. I wondered what went through people’s hearts and minds as they saw the flocks weaken, thin, disappear under the weight of commercial exploitation. […]

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Norris Thomlinson April 17th, 1996 Filed in Essays No Responses