Bluebirds
Over and over again, year after year
By Kaylie StenbergPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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Why do we breathe when
all our lives, bluebirds fly south:
free like we can't be?
About the Creator
Kaylie Stenberg
I collect bones and bottle caps.
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