Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

Posted by: 13 Hands Poetry | Posted on: April 1, 2015

Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?

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