
He Spent A Lifetime Gathering Eggs
He Spent A Lifetime Gathering Eggs
She Would Get Lost In The Birds Of Paradise
Their Wings Were Like Pieces Of A Puzzle
Storage Was Becoming A Problem
Organizing Was A Somber Task
It Had A Profound and Silent Beauty
He Found Comfort In Symmetry And Order
The Alligator Seemed Adrift
The Ray Seemed Fathomless
She Was Haunted By Its Elegance
She Used The Silver Lids For Preserving Vegetables
Nature Took Precedence Over Science
He Insisted His Organization Was More Realistic
It Was The Last of the Passenger Pigeons
She Stored Her Eggs in Nests
His Den Was A Reservoir Filled With Memory And Longing