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the birds seem to know what we're up to out here.
It has become the time of evening when people sit on their porches
The Bird
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don't have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
Chin resting on her knees
I'll tell you something
The True Story of the 3 Little Pigs!
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