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As the city continues to grow crowded, and concrete confines the mind, the birds up north begin their epic journey, breaking free, leaving their homes behind, from high above the year’s first snow, the birds must think, I bet humans wish they could fly away from it all.
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Above the Year’s First Snow
As the city continues to grow crowded, and concrete confines the mind, the birds up north begin their epic journey, breaking free, leaving their homes behind, from high above the year’s first snow, the birds must think, I bet humans wish they could fly away from it all.
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Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
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