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Flutter
I don't have AC.
But there's a window to open.
I got a splinter from the hardwood
because
I live in a house with a floor to walk on.
There are dishes in the sink
because
I was able to eat.
Golden sunlight beyond,
let the crops grow,
and may the birds continue to
sing as they
flutter, mate and nest.
Writer
Photographer
First-Time Human
JUSTIN D. OAKLEY
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