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I stopped at the trout stream I fished incessantly as a kid this morning to have a cup of coffee and clear my head. My mother was an avid birder, and one of her favorites was hummingbirds- she was always calling me after she saw one at her feeders.
In my twenty seven years of life, I've never seen a hummingbird in Pennsylvania. But when I sat down next to my favorite pool, one materialized, fed on the flowers next to me, flitted around me and took off.
I think it was her way of saying everything would be all right. Thank you all for your support.
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