...to the radio and making pancakes the past couple of days I find myself "trying" to dance to a good song that comes on (Song
1 and
2). It's almost like a celebration of life, but at the same time I can't help but to remember the dead. The White-breasted Nuthatch, specifically. I'm happy while dancing, then I remember that nuthatch and get a little sad that that bird isn't able to enjoy life like I am now.
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