So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glo — Anthony Liccione
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glo — Anthony Liccione
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glo — Anthony Liccione
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glo — Anthony Liccione
So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glo — Anthony Liccione
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So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them.

— Anthony Liccione
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