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That particular Wednesday in January was cold and dreary, but tucked in amongst the day’s mail was a vision of warmth and loveliness.


Crow had received a postcard from an old family friend: one of the now-grown children of a large, boisterous family of grackles who lived on a sunny island in the far, far South. Crow’s elderly aunt had stayed with the family when she and her sisters visited the area in their (much) younger days.


And since then, a postcard had arrived every winter — always, it seemed, on a gray day in January — to offer up a glimpse of the grackles’ island, the impossibly clear water, and sometimes a rainbow or a velvety soft watercolor sunset.


(January 2023)


Story & Photo © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
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