I was out running errands with a low fever. I felt how hot the skin of my face was when the cold breeze blew across it, how remote my thoughts were-peck-pecking at their own tired mystery-when chickadees chirped, congregants around a small brick of suet hung in the yard of one of the fine old houses in my neighborhood
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