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Mother sits in a chair beside the window, nursing a wounded bird.
Mother sits in a chair beside the window, nursing a wounded bird. She had found it in the lawn; a spasm of white feathers, shivering in the cold, wet ...
Mother sits in a chair beside the window, nursing a wounded bird. She had found it in the lawn; a spasm of white feathers, shivering in the cold, wet ...
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