The birds are back.
You can hear them singing, loud and awake.
The winter is hiding, the land has been tricked.
The birds don’t mind it, not one bit.
I can hear them singing,
bloom spring bloom.
The birds are back to collect their due.
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Greetings,
I live in the citywoods with my loving David and Dear daughter, Bird. I write on this here thing machine to keep my thoughts in words. If you happen upon this little mess and you need to reach me, email works best: noelle.labrousse@gmail.com. Happy trails to you good stranger, and only good things. - Noelle
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