at LAX

I go outside the Tom Bradley International terminal just to stretch a little bit in the “fresh” air. I find a good spot next to a tree and as I look up at it I cannot help but feel sorry for it. It must be lonely, I think to myself. Probably no birds ever fly over to sit on its branches. A few feet from where I am standig there is a constant stream of buses, cars, cabs..honking, tires screeching, doors shutting…But then I look down at the pavement and there is a spot which is white from bird droppings…I lift my gaze up and there, up in the branches, is a bird nest.


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    Hi Laura. I just came across your comment on my old blog. Thank you for the correction, and my apologies on the misinformation! Thank you so much for translating No One You Know into Hungarian for Tericum!

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