I wish I could draw a bird’s Spring song. I’d draw it with flitting dashes and long passionate strokes. It would be music that could be heard with the eyes. And when people looked at it they would break into dance, embracing the stranger next to them and swinging each other around the room while coyly whispering to each other about building nests.
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