It has been a long time since we have gone home.
Let’s gather.
We will meet in the nest.
I have hidden the meal, over that hill. See, in the distance.
In the forked branch of the second tree?
We will feast on what we find. Bring what you find.
Or bring nothing. We will share.
There is a round table in the nest, and six chairs.
Around the table, we will feast inside our nest.
Come.
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Inspired by the art of Charlie Baker, as described in this article
and by birds everywhere.
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