Eeee! He's staring, wall-eyed, into my very soul. And I like it.- Sarah, who still needs to claim some scary birds...
Your birds call your name in the night. They creak "Sarah, Sarah" in low voices that sound at times like rusted hinges, and at other times like dead leaves being blown across an attic floor.
Eeee! He's staring, wall-eyed, into my very soul. And I like it.
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Your birds call your name in the night. They creak "Sarah, Sarah" in low voices that sound at times like rusted hinges, and at other times like dead leaves being blown across an attic floor.
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