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The Alien Bird

when I die I will send you a sign this was from my grandma who was eighty-nine I will send you a bird that looks like an afghan, okay? I thought this was hilarious, on a warm summer Tuesday she died within the month and a bird came to me it was a loud ugly thing, with a ruffled beak you could see looked like an alien bird with a crocheted neck and face by crackee, grandma had done it, and she’d done it with grace

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