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I miss sparrows. But I miss starlings more. There used to be so many starlings, sweeping across the sky like animated pointillism. And when they settled in the trees one clap would have them all suddenly take off. That’s about as much power as a 7-seven-year old should ever have access too. “Mwahaha! I am starling master! I control the starlings! Fly my pretties, flyyyyyy!” But you can’t do that anymore, because there aren’t any. It’s rubbish. Stupid selfish gardening decking cunts.
That’s all I have to say today.