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Karen D Shipp@karendshipp.bsky.social |
Decades ago, facing stress on every front, I succumbed to depression and couldn't face the world. An English robin was my first therapist. If I ventured into the garden and pulled a single weed, he'd be there, hungry for worms. Soon I was visiting garden centres, seeking juicy mealworms for him!
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