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The rusted chests of robins are bobbing in the breeze. Their little feet above their heads, isn't it odd to see? And just as I’m about to dare this bird a bat to be, I blink and see instead the clinging of the leaves, all dead.
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Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
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The rusted chests of robins are bobbing in the breeze. Their little feet above their heads, isn't it odd to see? And just as I’m about to dare this bird a bat to be, I blink and see instead the clinging of the leaves, all dead.
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Dec 5, 2022
Dec 5, 2022 at 12:48 PM UTC
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