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…t, for we are here to see it. Many aren’t. As I love to remind myself, there is nothing guaranteed. Looking out over my gazebo to see those colors makes the bird in my chest sing, like the birds who enjoy the suet hung from every branch.
Julia E Hubbel
Beth Nash Bruno
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I love this visual. I have a bird in my chest, too!
Human learning to be human. Writing in hopes of getting there.
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