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The Birds


We both used to love to listen to the birds.

I heard birds a few days ago.

I hear birds on this cold, icy, sunny, winter morning.

The birds signal to me that spring is on the way.
When I hear birds sing I think of you.

I know deep in my heart I will always think of you,

Whenever I hear birds sing.

They will always remind me that spring is on the way.


ŠJanuary 30, 2019 Janet Griffin

Love forever. RIP my dear soul mate.


 may my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living
- e.e. cummings -


Let's answer the birds' invitation, stepping outside to give them the simple gift of our attention. Listen. Wonder. Belong.

- David George Haskell -








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