What do you, yourself, and you see when you look in the mirror (or take an unflattering selfie!)?

Know thyself!

Tim Torkildson writes: “Subject: Me, myself, and I.

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The dance of the urban birds — or: Counting crows, and hawks, and sparrows . . .

 

See world

Twitty of Como reports another close encounter of the natural kind: “It was the five crows that caught my eye: four on the ground, milling around the base of my maple, looking like they were eating something from the ground, and another on the ground about 20 feet away, just observing them. Oh, and there was a sixth perched on a limb about 20 feet up in the maple. Hadn’t spotted him at first. He looked like he also was an observer.

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Winston’s read good . . . well, like a dictionary should!

Then & Now
Including: Joy of Juxtaposition

Gregory J. of Dayton’s Bluff: “I’ve always felt that when looking up a word in a dictionary, the journey is more important than the destination (with apologies to whoever first made that comment when referring to life). I eventually get to the word I’m looking for, but usually take a number of side trips. That rarely happens when using online dictionaries, which is one reason I still own a number of print dictionaries.

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Said the woman on the Blue Line, to the man in the orange wrap: “Are you a monk?”

Keeping your eyes open
Or: The passing show

Semi-Legend writes: “Subject: Monk business

“I boarded the Blue Line train this morning to meet a colleague in downtown Minneapolis.

“As I found a seat, I saw a man in an orange wrap that looked a little like the robes worn by Buddhist monks. But he was otherwise conventionally dressed, in jeans and sneakers, and he was reading his cellphone. He was in a window seat. I took the window seat across from him.

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