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  "description": "When the birds spoke we learned they had names for us too. Not as many as we might have liked: not as many as we had for them, or for each other. A little brown one, a sparrow or a wren, I thought, alighted on my shoulder. I asked her what they called me. \"Oh, I don't know,\" she said, \"I'm terrible at names. But I love the way you sing.\"",
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