The One with Birds

The birds of Charlottesville are singing as I get ready for a day of grading papers. The birds of Boston are singing as people mourn. They sing the same song all over – one of joy and spring. Because there is beauty in rebirth, and because the cruelty of winter will not defeat them. There may be pain in the night, but joy comes in the morning.

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