The Bird Scene
It was 1934 when my husband left me, alone. Livin’ on the prairie was a dreary existence; no telephone, no radio. Only a large, majestic bird with whom I shared my feelin’s. One day when I was feelin’ low I said to him, "Oh, bird. You can fly. You can soar miles from this lonely place, yet you stay... Why?" And apparently, my question rang true, for that afternoon… my bird left. And so went my spirit.
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