The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and f — Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
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The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.

— Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
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