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Did you know I love birds? The cacophany of morning sounds (this falling on the ears of a person who does not love mornings?), stirs in me a deepseated hunger, my brother. I can't muster anger for being awakened by their song which lifts and lilts and meanders on the breeze or hangs still in the frosty air. I want only to know what it is to perch on the forgiving branches of winter trees, no concern for safety, no worry about tomorrow, the berries and tossed seeds filling me with intrigue and wonder.