After accidentally becoming the caretaker of a robin’s egg, I reach out to my grandmother for guidance. As we await the fate of the fragile, pale blue egg, we call from across the world to birdwatch together—a meditation on nature, nurture, and letting go.
After accidentally becoming the caretaker of a robin’s egg, I reach out to my grandmother for guidance. As we await the fate of the fragile, pale blue egg, we call from across the world to birdwatch together—a meditation on nature, nurture, and letting go.
Arjun Pothuri
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