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Sep 2017
All that is left here are ruins and remnants of a once full nest.
Disguised in tightly wounded twigs,
and soft specks of moss,

But the nest was too full, it had always been too full.
Fly away.
Written by
Megan Foster  17/F/Ireland
     Carina and JAC
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