How very, very true; the birds build, raise their young, bring much delight, but you'd never know they were there after they leave. The trees are still intact, the flowers still strong. But when the sky is void of their song, my heart does notice. May the snow come softly for us dearest Dutchess and leave us breathless!
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How very, very true; the birds build, raise their young, bring much delight, but you'd never know they were there after they leave. The trees are still intact, the flowers still strong. But when the sky is void of their song, my heart does notice. May the snow come softly for us dearest Dutchess and leave us breathless!
Hier word ik even stil van .....
Hope most of them survive their journey and come back, friend D ... Love, cat.
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