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I agree with Carl completely. "Four calling birds in a bare tree" is brilliant deflection.
I'd love to buy a box or two too.
I love the flecks of white. They might or might not be snow or stars or flakes of fluttering...
I love the neither gray nor green
I can see four ambiguously male birds in a non-binary world being simultaneously silently mothered and bickering over nothing of importance — But that's just a throw-away thought.
I love the semi-surrealness of it. It walks a line.
(It's obvious: I love.)
I appreciate the message and will try.
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