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What do I know of this Blue Bird? Absolutely nothing. I know It flies so high into the pink of the sun, It migrates south one year then comes back north for the next. I know It likes to sneak Its eggs into other nests to ensure Its brood survives. But really, that’s all I know. I know nothing significant— I know not what It feels, what It thinks, I do not see Its memories as a young chick learning to fly, to hunt. All I know is that it's blue and likes to crack nuts with Its sturdy black bill.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Outside Looking In
What do I know of this Blue Bird? Absolutely nothing. I know It flies so high into the pink of the sun, It migrates south one year then comes back north for the next. I know It likes to sneak Its eggs into other nests to ensure Its brood survives. But really, that’s all I know. I know nothing significant— I know not what It feels, what It thinks, I do not see Its memories as a young chick learning to fly, to hunt. All I know is that it's blue and likes to crack nuts with Its sturdy black bill.
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yah-nope
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yah-nope
21/Non-binary
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
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