If birds are angels, that would help explain why things often turn out okay, when they just as easily could have turned out awful.
Gliding in the air, blessing. Sitting among the tree twigs, blessing. Pecking at the bread crumbs on the ground, blessing.
They're there.
Gliding in the air, blessing. Sitting among the tree twigs, blessing. Pecking at the bread crumbs on the ground, blessing.
They're there.
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