In the old days I would seek birdsong for solace, a reminder of all we had lost. Now the drone song precipitates death, my comeuppance for voicing opinions long banned, the microchip in my skull providing meat for the state sponsored vultures.
I decided to try something new this week. The Gargleblaster asks for a 42 word response to an ultimate question, which this week is ‘Why do birds suddenly appear?’ The answer must make sense alone, be creative and, for this month only, make no reference to family.
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