 They planned their escape weeks ago.
Reed, the Twig twins and Pine Cone were fed up with the cold Vermont winters. They recalled the stories this past summer, from the chattering birds, of this land that is green and lush in January and February. Dreaming no more of this heavenly place, it was time for their adventure. Reed spoke up first and said, “I can be the boat to sail us away.” The Twig twins said in unison, “Yes, yes, we can be the oars.” And P. Cone in his commanding voice added, “I will be your captain.” So, in the dark of night, soaring from the lift of a frosty squall, Reed, the Twig twins and P. Cone were on their way to a place wild, warm and unknown. Live in color, Abby P.S. Oh, the gifts Wind leaves me overnight. This composition was waiting just outside my front door this morning. Completely untouched, whispering this sweet tale of exploration, kinship and bravery.
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