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I've spent hours, probably, strolling the same streets, walking the same trails seeing just house quiet my feet can possibly be on three inches of dried up leaves, wondering what the doves, what the wrens are saying so loudly, so charismatically to each other and it's a wonder that one hasn't said to me "why do you need to know what it is that we're saying, is it not enough to know that we're saying it at all?"
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
potential conversation with a wren
I've spent hours, probably, strolling the same streets, walking the same trails seeing just house quiet my feet can possibly be on three inches of dried up leaves, wondering what the doves, what the wrens are saying so loudly, so charismatically to each other and it's a wonder that one hasn't said to me "why do you need to know what it is that we're saying, is it not enough to know that we're saying it at all?"
keep looking for you on top of mountains and just find birds instead
tyler-lockwood
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 7:46 PM UTC
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