4.4.15

phoebe! phoebe! phoebe!


one time i had a dream that as soon as phoebe started singing, the birds showed up. 

they all called her name louder than any rooster could crow. she out sung them all through the morning into the evening.  

and, when they had all gone back to their nests for the night, she laughed at the little birdies.

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