A child danced into the clearing.
Children were not Gilvey’s favorite. He laid down his brush.
“I know the names of all the birds!” the child’s voice said.
She pointed at a flock of loons that had not fled her high-pitched voice.
Gilvey knew their names too, having painted them at the Sanctuary for five decades.
The child rattled off nonsense words for the l…
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