My dad has been letting our lovebirds outside. First, it was near their cage. Then, it was in a sealed room. Then, he let them outside. Told us he was right, they came back.
They always come back you see.
Today he left them outside in the garden. They left. All of them. They’re stuck in the rain, cold and wet and hungry. There were moments where we thought these birds have learned that the cage is their home.
No cage is home.
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Tsunami of Words 