Beside the kid who's pooping.
Back on top of the roof, incredible views and a nice temperature tonight, we three strayed up the stairs, one floor past where the elevator doesn't go, to light a lantern for Heather's birthday. Bats are friendly here, like the squirrels in the West, except you feed them crickets out of your hand instead of salty nuts. If I were to be a Whisperer, it would be to bats. Maybe I'd be called an Echoer...
They seem to respond to a)my presence b)my camera's flash c)me making clicking noises
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Happy Birthday Heather
