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The flock thickens like good butter left upon a counter top. "Steal away," they ask the swallow as its wings tickle its span, stretched atop hill clouds and dynomite deserts. The sideways swing segues into store stoops and porches. Not to be left alone she caught a finch on her finger and placed it on a hinge that held and swinging stand nearby.

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