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On me to rest, my bird, my bird:
  The swaying branches of my heart
Are blown by every wind toward
  The home whereto their wings depart.

Build not your nest, my bird, on me;
  I know no peace but ever sway:
O lovely bird, be free, be free,
  On the wild music of the day.

But sometimes when your wings would rest,
  And winds are laid on quiet eves:
Come, I will bear you breast to breast,
  And lap you close with loving leaves.

       ~ "Rest" by A.E.



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The random musings of a librarian with a passion for reading (duh), a vast curiosity about the world, and a penchant for noticing things most people don't (like the way sunlight falls through the leaves on a tree).

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