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Fly Free He saw a wounded bird,all soft yellow and black,ruffled against the cold,trying to protect herselfagainst the wailing storm.Hunched and shriveled,tiny feet clasped tight,she clung to a flimsy branchhanging on for life.With soft smile, he reached out offering warmth, and a protective shield,and to heal...if he could.Shy, timid birdling,brown eyes cocked open in fearful dependence,afraid to let go, and fall.Gentle cooing hush,soothing whispers of promisepulled her into his cocoon,safeguarded from further distress.Carefully he molded her,held her close against his heat,smoothing tawny featherswith
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