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| Then I sang . . . This little light of mine. . . I also said . . . When I grow up I will be. . . A missionary nurse. . . Did I? |
This is the real story of some birds: A jar, a very large jar sits upon the French bakers rack in my kitchen. I fold origami cranes. A lot of origami cranes, it seems they have taken it upon themselves to transform. I noticed there are little tiny hearts on the bottom of the wings. I also noticed they have turned themselves inside-out. A very short story.
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