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The birds in the sky were music for the eyes, moving in choreographed melody.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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Here come the birds to begin the ballet of the eventide.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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The birds flew through that ever developing canvas of the dawn, as if their wings were fine quills, drawing such buoyant hues. Those wings in that sky became the colours of my dreams and whenever I needed a memory to lift me off the ground, they were there.

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White heaven-bound birds were as brilliant rays from wind-dappled sea-water; their brightness amid otherwise infinite blue, gliding as free souls. In each wing-given arc they were the tips of a conductor's wand, a music for both eyes and soul, bringing a wave of sweet earthly joy.

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The birds in the sky danced for one another and we watched, the happy and appreciative audience.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.
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The birds began playful swoops in an oceanic blue sky.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 11, 2020.