They join her as she is up on the wire, her daily routine for almost a week.
"We are now singing." A bird lays on her shoulder. It stays there until she is done going back and forth for a while. Holding onto the pole, the bird flies off, joining its family.
"It's going to be fall soon." Looking up in the sky the girl sees some birds already flying south. "It's getting cold pretty quickly, let's hope winter doesn't come early and uglier than last year's winter."
She loves the birds she draws them as she climbs down the pole and goes back into her room.
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Ficción GeneralThe people that live down her street knows that she always climbs the wooden poles and walks on those long wires for an hour. She never gets caught and the neighbors thought it was just a phase. As she's up on the wires one day a boy accidently thro...
