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Chapter 2: INCOMING
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... th was simply the world spun on. In every spin— week, month and year —a bird’s nest would be destroyed, and rebuild again in a glimpse of minute, hour, and day. On every branch, every bustling grass, and every fallen dried leaf, perhaps there were two, or three, or even four shiny eggs?
What truly captivates him was the vibrancy of the the eggshells, vivid red, pure white, deep blues and a playful mix of speckles. Each one has unique size and gentle weight. Some were smooth, others delig ...
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