After a few months, the dust settles and all the pretty feathers fall into place.
We’re Not Sure What Has Happened
A poem, through the eyes of our friends, who are quickly disappearing from our lives.
Yellow-breasted Chat
After a few months, the dust settles and all the pretty feathers fall into place.
A poem, through the eyes of our friends, who are quickly disappearing from our lives.
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