A bird on our roof. In the middle of winter.
A pretty little bird, too.
Not much in the way of poly-syllabic words from me, right now.
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Kia ora Adam,
He looks deep in Thought. Keep fighting the Good Fight brother! Kia kaha.
Rangimarie,
Robb
Say it succinctly.
(And he's a fat little thing for this time of year, too.)
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