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Amber,
Funny thing how I told you just a week ago how wonderful your writing is! Now, my friend, is just the beginning for you! Never give up!
Okay, you asked what I find so beautiful about birds.
I have the mentality of a child most often as you know why....with most of my free time I must turn into a child myself, so here goes:
The bird gets pushed out of the nest. God provided the food but the birdie must find a way to get at it. Either FALL OR FLY. And they fly with the thought of GRATITUDE just for today. They dont dwell on yesterday, they SING IN THE RAIN. They FIND A WAY to make a life, even with CATS LURKING IN THE BUSHES. The birdies know how to live and this is the way I NEED to push my own baby birds out on their own one day....and they will fly.....as I grow old in my garden...I will smile when I hear that special bird sing as IT IS MY BABY. And I smile.
To you, Amber, from me.
Keep up the good work with your writing. It is beautiful!
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