A Milk Jug Birdhouse My mind rejects what my eyes can see. A girl— using a phone book for a booster seat— sits at a table in the yard, beside an abandoned clothes dryer. She’s carving a birdhouse from an empty milk carton. A suit of armor and a plastic pineapple are under a longleaf pine, where […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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