The Goldfinch
Goldfinch and Warbler are on the branch.
You’re alone,
And the long black cloud is coming.
Tuesday, April 30, 2024.
The Goldfinch Goldfinch and Warbler are on the branch. You’re alone, And the long black cloud is coming.
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