We have the receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible. (1 Henry IV. Act II, Scene i)   Instinct   Among the sweepings of another winter, I find on the screened-porch a lump of grayish fur and, wedged in a corner, a single scalloped wing. How many days did this bat live to hurl its […]

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