Found a Post-It today.
It has been hiding since July.
Scribbled words.
Tiny drawing of a bird.
...sing a song of things that fly away...
...if I never see you again.
I shared it with my mom.
She said, "Everything flies away."
...if I never see you again.
I shared it with my mom.
She said, "Everything flies away."
...a few things fly home and then fly away again.
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