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“I realized, wet and defeated in a puddle of mud, that I was surrounded by devastatingly beautiful things. None of it called attention to itself, no preening and crowing here, Everything just was what it was, intricately complex and simply stunning.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“They were tiny words from a tiny bird, but perhaps sometimes all you need is a speck of encouragement, an acorn of belief.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“The light of heart is free to fly.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

“How many of us can recognize a human face? Even with a mask on or when they try to disguise themselves?” “We all can, we all can!” came unanimous squawking from the trees. He continued. “Our children’s children know to heed the warnings of an enemy. And how many humans can recognize an individual crow?” His eyes were hypnotic and shiny. I thought of how once, after I’d gone to stretch my wings around the neighborhood, I returned to catch Big Jim squawking at a college crow with a white streak on her wing, agitatedly beckoning her from our Green Mountain sugar maple. He called her Shit Turd, yelling for her to hurry up and sit on his shoulder because he was late for beer pong. She was molting, half my size, and had a sebaceous cyst the size of a jawbreaker sticking out of her breast. It had been a serious blow to the old self-esteem.”
― Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom