Hang in there, springtime is coming.
A pair of bluebirds nested outside the kitchen in a hollowed hickory, and each winter she awaited their return, knowing summer heat followed in their wake. She didn't know if this was the original pair, their offspring, or maybe their grandbabies. But they always came back.
Some things could be counted on. Birds nest, bees build hives, and men woke up feeling frisky.
--FOR LOVE OF A SMUGGLER (Treasure on the Tide 1), WIP copyright 2025
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