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Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

At some point my children will tire of climbing through such objects again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Until then...

The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.

Dead bird has seen better days. Calverts Beach, February 2011. I know how this bird feels.