Landed cardinal
Eyes alert, darts to the firs.
All trace, swept by snow.
From our language play this morning, Aidan came up with an idea for a short story. He’s already taking notes. I’m excited to see how it might develop.
Landed cardinal
Eyes alert, darts to the firs.
All trace, swept by snow.
From our language play this morning, Aidan came up with an idea for a short story. He’s already taking notes. I’m excited to see how it might develop.
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