4/27/2003

A bird flew by my window today. Right by me.
It looked so free, peaceful, happy.
It looked like it was having the time of its life as it glided up and down
through the wind and in the sunshine.

Then it started to rain.
Still the bird flew. It flapped its strong wings and kept going.

A bird flew by my window.
And I want to be that bird.

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