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"a bird does not sing because it has an answer. it sings because it has a song."

a bunch of belongings scattered in an old room inspiring me to appease you with short-stories and poems based upon memories from a half-decent muggle like myself. named for aesthetic purposes, with a hint of truth that whispers amongst the trees the birds like singing to.

maybe you can hear them singing of my stories too.

lowercase may be used intentionally or because i am a human-being who cannot capitalise. You pick.