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Tag: birdsong
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Spirit Song
We go from the graveyard. It is enveloped in silence once again. Yet trees blossom with birdsong filtering down to the hoard of black clad mourners walking by. Effortless melody humbles the feeble tunes we sang. Our discordant attempt to speak of the unseen in that liminal space is lacking when you hear the bird…