I am lost in the world of birds around me.

An intense dread flooded my body at the sight of the birds, followed quickly by burning, all-consuming anxiety, an anxiety I still have, all these years later. Birds? They were and still are my obsession but in those days I only imagined birding not bird cages.

MY BIRDS BY MARY KATE WILCOX 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 78

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