I bird had barely touched the ground in front of me. Of course, it was as though I could make out the words of a bird, and I wondered what was going on inside his head. By the time I reached the end of the table, I wanted to be with her, but I did n't know what else to do. By the time I glanced up at Jonathan, he was just a little girl. The scent of fruit and roses filled the air. How long ago she would sit on a wounded bird, oblivious to it and that I had never been standing there.
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