Read this in a book now:
Bird alone, flying high
Flying througha clouded sky
Sending mournful, soulful sounds
Soaring over troubled grounds
- Words from a song by Abbey Lincoln
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Day 49 of 108
It was a nice enough Sunday. There's a lot of ground to cover and am sure things will happen. But here are all the things I am grateful...
3 comments:
which song please? :-)
Feel like that sometimes
Hi crab,
I don't know what song this is from...just read the lyrics in a novel.
Ajeya...:-)
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