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Birds are singing for me right outside my window. I hear it obviously, but I feel it with my tummy also. That, and such a tranquil warmth, it must be due to the onset of the morning. I read once there is a single word in Swedish that denotes ‘’getting up early in the morning to listen to the birds chirping’’. In such moments even the lightness of being is bearable. Just letting you know that saddened for me, you mustn’t be. And so good and very long it must..
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