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A review by debbiecuddy
The Evening Chorus by Helen Humphreys
5.0
This simple story has moved me deeply and I struggle to put what I feel into words. The lesson I am left with is that amid the chaos and horrors of war, nature remains and offers a sort of healing balm for our souls.
"Flight is not the astonishing thing. I have always thought that the miracle of birds is not that they fly, but that they touch down."
"How odd, he thinks, that the collective is the echo of the individual."
"Flight is not the astonishing thing. I have always thought that the miracle of birds is not that they fly, but that they touch down."
"How odd, he thinks, that the collective is the echo of the individual."