I sit here, alone but surrounded by birdsongs. It feels unique and special at this moment because I am the outsider here, but I know these birds sing their songs every day or nearly every day. It's happening today, as it happened five years ago, 20 years ago, as long as there have been trees here, there have been birds. I look at the stairway rails and see history in the layered coats of paint. There's red-brown, blue-grey, and turquoise, all peeling, faded and mottled. It looks like the color of a bird's egg. It's a peaceful place, and the birds know it. And now I know it too.
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