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This Sunday was filled with the usual activities that my Sunday is comprised of; singing in the church choir, running the bike path through the woods which is by the bay, doing my laundry and the general Sunday, "where is my life going and why are we here" thoughts. As I exited the backyard, after cleaning around the crocus that were straining to make thier way out of the clutches of the old dead leaves, there she was. "Hello little girl where are you from?" I said to the exotic bird that was po… Continue