When I was a child, I wondered why birds sang so much in the early hours of the morning.
I once asked our father if he knew. He gave me a long look, sighed and said, “Perhaps they are merely glad to have lived through another night.”
I only fully understood what he meant on the morning after my first battle, when I, too, rejoiced in being alive. Like
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