They called her Mama Bass. Our friends from band, school, and church claimed her as their own. On any given night we could have a table full of extra people and my mom loved every
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They called her Mama Bass. Our friends from band, school, and church claimed her as their own. On any given night we could have a table full of extra people and my mom loved every
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She flew away as her wings took flight when I opened our front door. Inside the edge of my wreath, I found the beginnings of her nest. I realized our constant door activity was a
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