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migration
wings of courage
wings of courage
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
She is unfinished. I do not know all she needs. (I am listening.) A Blessing May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
The streets are no longer empty but sometimes still await our joyful return…
there is no place here for the army of cruelty