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Yellow beaks to the east.

The first bird I saw on January 1, 2022 was a robin.

Winter is dark. It’s blue. It’s longer than anyone wants (unless of course you’re a winter person but I assume they are all on the slopes rn). It’s part of the vital system.

Little robin beaks stay bright and yellow all year. I hope you get a chance today to turn your face to the sun.

Here is a winter dance from 2020. May we make it even farther.

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Cheers to change.

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