THE GIFT OF SONGBIRD
 Summer with Grandmom and Poppy felt like spending time in a land far away from the way everybody else did things. There were no televisions. . . yak-king. No trucks and cars... honk-mg. No jets ... zooming. I thought it was too quiet. One day after dinner we three sat together in the big wooden swing on the back of their porch. I could smell the peppermint gum in Poppy's pocket and lavender soap Grandmom. liked to use. It was there I discovered something I'll never forget. Grandmom and Poppy didn't live in a completely silent house.
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