I  was upstairs, cleaning, when I heard a sound behind me. A kind of rustling. I turned to look and there, looking out at me from behind the glass door of my airtight wood stove, was a bird. An unhappy bird. Perhaps as unhappy as me upon finding a beady-eyed bird staring out at me. […]
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