Over time I have come to appreciate bats. They fly across my porch by the hundreds at eventide. If I stay outside I am bound to be careened into by a baby or have some tired soul light on my back or front...They are not too particular.
There is a kind of wonderment now. Not at their microscopic beatitudes but at the loss of my former terror. The more I remain outside over time the less they are inclined to avoid me. Therefore I only experiment on the rare occasion. Just enough to reassert my courage under flyer!!
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