
„He […] still liked to watch the birds going about their vibrant lives. Our backyard feeder and our birdbath were attracting only sparrows and robins and grackles and the ocasional pigeon, but he didn’t care: every bird was worthy of attention. ‚I no longer know their names‘, he told a friend of ours. ‚But then, they don’t know my name, either'“
Margaret Atwood
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