Day: February 7, 2020

  • One day a Thrush bird was sitting alone at the end of the lane. As his little brown head slightly tilted, he curiously looked up at the sky. It was a night sky, serene and filled with cool air. As autumn was soon to come. The bird flew into a window. It was mine. As he sat there calmly he slowly started
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