I am glad that birds don’t remind me of people. I wouldn’tenjoythecatharsis. There are two exceptions though. One is the Small Blue Kingfisher, which stirs up the love I haveformy niece. The other – Spotted Owlets – that remind me of my maternal grandfather – MrClarence Motha.Unknowingly, hehas been the most influential person in my life. At one point, we had not exchanged a word for nearly 10 years. We even barely even saw other.
Like Leo Tolstoy once said, “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way”. What is happiness anyway? Normalcy? No thanks.
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