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last night i saw a flock of bluebirds (bluebirds!) gliding across the soccer field. what am i cinderella?
we have no bluebirds here. at least i never see them.
and they were so friendly, coming close and stopping in to stare. maybe they are here for the transition. just going with the flow. something i aim to to every day. go with the flow. stop fighting and go.
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today is pretty 
If we could only get to those places of just being like so much of anture does, wouldn’t life be simplier, kinder