End.

There is an end to everything. And with those ends, new life and new beginnings. I’ll meet you in that field someday. You’ll feel the wind and see little birds and you’ll know I’m there. 

Goodbye, bluebirds. Shine bright. Sing loud. Fly high. 

 

I love you. 

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