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Listening to the baby birdies chirp louder and more incessantly in the chill morning air,
with his first case of foul morning breath in a long while,
Monk now wonders whether it is too cold for the birdies to survive.
But as the morning light dawns, the emotionalism burns off.
Nature is hardy stuff.
.
Listening to the baby birdies chirp louder and more incessantly in the chill morning air,
with his first case of foul morning breath in a long while,
Monk now wonders whether it is too cold for the birdies to survive.
But as the morning light dawns, the emotionalism burns off.
Nature is hardy stuff.
.
