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Every morning you call to me. Long after the leaves have fallen, you still come to perch on thorny branches. Today your song is a reproach: tsk, tsk. I couldn't sleep again. I rise from bed, my hip aching and watch you pick your way, through frozen tufts of grass. Your red does not fade. I want to be like you and never lose my appetite for morning. - Annette Opalczynski
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