early morning birds

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When she heard the birds in the early morning she would smile a genuine smile
It lit up her face brighter the the exploding bomb that was the world surrounding her
The birds singing and cherpping made her so happy
It's like their talons had grabbed the blanket made of anxiety, depression and stress
They removed the comforter of darkness that lay on the earth

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