When I was in the hospital—in the early stages of recovery from a traumatic brain injury—photos I’d taken were printed out and brought. I had just started talking again, barely. Pictures roused more. There was a photo of a bluefish I caught, a wooden owl I carved, me with my rowboat, an eagle, and my favorite raptor, an Osprey. I remember taking the ph…
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